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Girls Using the Bathroom

Some cool stories of girls pooping:

- this one is only pee, but a girl I was friends with came to my house after school when we were 8. We only played for 20 minutes when we ended up near the bathroom and she said "hold on, I need to use the restroom, so stay there." She ran in, and closed the door, but I could still hear her peeing. She was small, but must've really had to go as it felt like she peed for 30 seconds. It was weird hearing the sound of her pee loudly splash in the toilet and hiss out of her vagina for 30 seconds, and then hearing her flush it all away, and then her coming out relieved like nothing ever happened, but it was super cool looking back

- my first experience with a girl pooping was a year earlier. One time, during lunch, one of my female classmates went to the bathroom. A few minutes later, another girl returned and said the other girl had diarrhea. Sure enough, that first girl was in the bathroom for the remainder of lunch.

- A few weeks later, another girl (girl 1) went to the bathroom, and she was gone for a while. Eventually, the teacher sent someone (girl 2) to go check on girl 1. A few minutes later, they both returned, with girl 2 exclaiming loudly that girl 1 had an upset stomach. When the teacher asked what happened, I heard girl 1 quietly say "I had a big poo"

- when I was 9, me and a male friend and a girl were talking. After my male friend made a joke, the girl suddenly stood up and said "I'll be right back. I gotta go to the bathroom." And then completely unprompted said "I've gotta poop". And just to emphasize, as she walked past us to get the restroom pass, she playfully remarked "I gotta go poopy!" She was gone for 20 minutes, so she must have really needed to go poopy.

- in when I was 13, a girl excused herself to the restroom, and told her friends she'd be "gone for a while". She was, so she definitely needed a poo.

- a year later, there was a girl in my class who everyday at the same time needed to use the restroom. It was like she had a schedule. And given the fact that she was gone for around 10 minutes each time, I think it was a body clock schedule, and everyday at that time she felt a bit full down there, and had to use the toilet for her daily poo.

- a year later, a group of girls would go to the restroom together after they finished eating lunch. Typically they just peed, because they returned within 5 minutes. But sometimes, one or two would return after all the others returned (in particular this one small cheerleader), often 5 or 10 minutes later. No doubt they had to poo after eating a good lunch.

- a year later, a girl returned from the bathroom after being gone for a while. When she returned, her friend asked "what took you so long?" To which the girl replied by relievedly sitting down, sighing, and saying "I just took the fattest crap of my life!"

- a year later, a girl I my class was talking to her friends about what sounded like really needing to use the bathroom, but being too nervous to do so. After 20 minutes, this was confirmed when she finally ran to the girls bathroom, with her friends saying "good luck!" She returned 2 minutes later, and when asked "how'd it go", she nervously said "it didn't flush!" Given her worries, and the fact she said "it just sat there," it sounds like a shy girl did a big poo

- today, I was at a restaurant. A girl and boy were eating next to me. As I finished ordering, they finished, and the girl (who was quite small) appeared to excuse herself to the bathroom. She returned when my food arrived nearly 10 minutes later. Small girl ate big food, and so did a big poo before going home.


Emily

A babysitting story to remember

Hi everyone, I'm Emily, and I want to share one of the most awkward yet unforgettable experiences I've ever had while babysitting. If you've ever had to handle a sudden bathroom emergency with a kid watching you closely, this story will definitely resonate.

It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, and I was babysitting James, a very energetic five-year-old. I'm 18, and as a high school senior, I often took up babysitting gigs to earn a little extra money. We had a fantastic day at the park-swinging, running, and building sandcastles. But then, I felt an urgent need to use the bathroom. It was one of those moments where waiting wasn't an option.

I couldn't leave James alone, so I had to come up with a plan. "Hey, James," I said, trying to sound casual, "we need to take a quick bathroom break, okay?"

"Why?" James asked, his eyes wide with curiosity.

"Just something I need to do real quick," I replied, guiding him toward the public restroom nearby.

Step one: find the cleanest stall. We entered the restroom, and I quickly chose a stall that seemed the cleanest. I hoped it would be decent enough for both of us.

Step two: let James stay close. "Alright, James," I said as we entered the stall, "you can stay right here with me." James, very curious, stood close by, watching everything that was happening. I didn't mind at all; I figured it was a good way to normalize the situation.

Step three: hover over the toilet. The toilets were quite dirty, so instead of sitting, I hovered above the seat. I carefully positioned myself, feeling a mix of relief and self-consciousness. James was right behind the toilet, with a clear view of what was happening. I didn't feel any awkwardness; I was more focused on handling the situation.

Step four: start peeing. I began to pee, and the sound was quite noticeable. It took about a minute to finish. James, observing from behind the toilet, watched the entire process. I didn't ask him to look away, feeling it was a natural part of life.

Step five: finish peeing. I quickly wrapped up this part, using a few sheets of toilet paper to pat myself dry.

Step six: start pooping. I felt a significant pressure in my abdomen and knew it was time to start pooping. As I relaxed and let it happen, I could feel the initial pressure against my anus, which gradually eased as the first piece began to move. James, standing behind the toilet, had a clear view of the poop coming out. The first piece was quite firm and made a soft, splashing sound as it dropped into the bowl. James saw it clearly and said, "Oh!" with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

Step seven: additional pieces of poop. As I continued, I felt more pressure and the need to push. The second piece came out more slowly, and James observed from his vantage point behind the toilet, seeing it move out and land in the water. It was slightly softer and larger than the first. James commented, "Wow, that's a big one!" His reactions added to the awkwardness but also helped to normalize the situation.

The third and final piece was the largest and required a bit of effort to push out. It was softer and created a more noticeable splash. James, still behind the toilet, saw it coming out and exclaimed, "That one was really loud!" His reactions, while slightly embarrassing, were also a reminder of the unusual nature of the moment.

The entire pooping process took about five minutes. James saw each piece as it came out, observing from behind me. I could feel the relief with each bowel movement as the pressure eased and the sensations of stretching and releasing continued.

Step eight: wipe front. After finishing, I reached for the toilet paper and wiped the front area. I used several sheets to ensure everything was clean, trying to maintain as much dignity as possible while James remained close by.

Step nine: wipe butt. Next, I used more toilet paper to clean my butt. I made sure to be thorough, using multiple sheets to ensure I was completely clean.

Step ten: wash hands. I stood up and led James to the sinks. We both washed our hands thoroughly, making sure to scrub well. I used this moment to reinforce the importance of good hygiene, especially after such an unusual experience.

"Okay, all done! Let's get back to the park," I said, trying to shift the focus away from the bathroom situation.

As we walked back outside, I could feel the awkwardness of the situation fading away. James seemed to have forgotten about the bathroom trip almost immediately and eagerly returned to his sandcastle project.

For me, that moment was both embarrassing and memorable. It was a reminder that babysitting isn't always smooth sailing, and sometimes you have to embrace the awkward moments with a sense of humor. After all, it's all part of the job!

After all I just thought it wa funny, now I'm just curious are there any other babysitters here that have experienced anything similar??? Have an amazing dayyyy


Thunder

That's Life

I have mentioned before that due to neurological conditions I have bowel problems, amongst many other things. I am also a part of NDIS in Australia that is very good at assisting people like myself. My incontinence wear is paid for by the government and so is my home bidet and massages too. I have my appointed massage and I see my masseuse , Abby almost weekly. A p[art of the massage is a colon massage to keep things or start them moving.
Anyway when Abby started the colon massage I jumped al little as she hit a big mass. Abby's English is limited and you could tell she knew I was constipated. She spent extra time in that area.
After arriving home pressure started to build up so I wanted a good evacuation so inserted a suppository. For those unfamiliar with suppository use you need to retain it as long as possible. I could feel the suppository working its magic and then I lost control and raced to the toilet. My underwear was full of poo. I do not have sufficient control over my bowels these days....all that aside I had a good movement and put the undies in a plastic bag...bidet my bum and then cleaned further with paper towels and into the garbage bin!
Feeling much better now.


Nils

Biggest liad I ever witnessed

It was back in 2017. My family was in an RV and my sister, then 10, was struggling with minor constipations. She hadn't pooped for days and just wanted to try to finally relieve herself.

She went to our RV's bathroom and actually did so. When she was done, she actually decided to show the result, and boy! In the toilet was a brown log that was twelve inches long and 2.5 wide! She said it did hurt her, which is understandable since technically she was still a child. I myself cannot remember ever having dropped a deuce that big.


Rather not
When I was 14, I was staying at a friend's house down the road, along with one other friend from one street over. The parents of the house were away for some reason, but the little sister was there. I think she was around 12. So naturally, we all stayed up quite late. We were really pretty innocent kids, so our idea of fun was sodas, nachos, and comedy movies /albums.

On this night we were listening to a stand up comic on CD (it was the 90s) and drinking way too much soda. The comic was vulgar and irreverent, which, being 14 year old boys, we found hilarious. The more we laughed, the funnier it seemed, as is usually the case. Since I'd had a lot to drink, I was kinda clenching my bladder muscles as I laughed, just in case, but I wasn't really as concerned about it as I should have been.

It went on like that for quite a while without incident, but then something particularly funny was said, amd my friend spit his soda out laughing. This set the other three of us off. I was laughing so hard, it was difficult to catch enough breath. And that's when it happened. There was no, like, dribble or leak leading up to it. I just full on peed my pants, like, all at once and all the way.

When the wet spot first started, my friend's sister shrieked and yelled out, "@#$&'s PEEING HIS PANTS!!!" There wasn't really anything I could do though. It happened so fast that all I could do was look down at the growing wet spot on my jeans in shock, yet somehow still laughing hysterically. It went down both legs to the ankles and literally made a puddle on my friends carpet before soaking in.

I'm not really sure when the laughing stopped, but next thing I remember clearly is standing there soaked, surrounded by two silent shocked friends plus a little sister, with the CD still playing, and feeling my face go hot with embarrassment. I didn't know what to do. This hadn't happened to me since kindergarten.

After some time all I managed to say was, "I need to go home..."

I don't even remember what either of my friends said that night (it's kind of a haze, I was kind of in shock that it happened), but they only ever brought it up once or twice after. The little sister, however... as I'm leaving the house (to walk home in peed pants at age 14, by the way), she stops me and says,"you know what? You're the oldest person I've ever seen pee their pants." She even said it with a 'shame on you' tone of voice.

I didn't say anything. I just walked out, soaked Levi's and shoes making that wet squelch sound as I walked. The walk was just down a dirt road maybe a quarter mile, so that wasn't terrible. Though I'm sure I looked ridiculous to anyone who happened to glance out their window. Getting home was worse, since my siblings were there and immediately saw what happened. My older sister was surprisingly understanding about it, but I was still humiliated.

I got over it in time. It can happen to anyone.


Willa

Pooping with my teacher

Hey gang! Hope I'm not clogging your timelines…new posts seem to be taking days to load right at the moment. Hope you've enjoyed my previous stories!!
This one goes back to high school. I've lately shared more of these throwback stories, as nowadays a lot of bathrooms have become more of the single room/unisex type deals, and that really kind of derails fun public buddy dump experiences…On a positive I have my lovely wifey to poop with on a daily basis! But I digress…
This was in high school, junior year…I was in a study hall in the afternoon, monitored by Ms. Gibson, a really fun teacher who I had had for several classes, including honors biology this current year. She was a really chill, eccentric type, and totally casual. In the realm of student/teacher relationships we were pretty good buddies, and in all honesty she was probably only 5-6 years older than me,so kind of a friend! Study hall was dragging along slowly. I had a vague urge to poop, but nothing urgent. Ms. Gibson arose from her desk, smiled and said "be right back!", and walked out of the room. There was only 7 or so of us in this study hall, all quiet introverts. It was basically an open door policy as far as going to the bathroom and such, no passes or anything needed. Just do your thing. My bowels were urging me on, so I figured why not have a poop! I pulled my feet off of the empty chair in front of me; slid on my flip flops, and headed out the door and into the restroom directly across the hall…
As I entered, I noticed a definite poop smell in the air, which of course excited me as I'm always happy to participate in buddy poops! I began walking toward the doorless stalls. There was a pair of black boots under the first, and as I passed I noticed a senior goth girl, hunched forward on her phone, very casually farting and plopping! The next stall was empty, and under the 4th I noticed Ms. Gibson's flats! I heard a soft moan and a large plop. My mind was racing with excitement! It seemed odd for a teacher to use a student bathroom, but honestly it made sense as it was literally across the hall from study hall. I slid into stall #3, lowered my shorts and plopped my butt on the toilet. "Oh hey Willa!"…at first I was a bit surprised, but then realized Ms. Gibson had most definitely noticed my bright neon toe nails when I had my feet kicked up on the empty chair in front of me in study hall! "Haha, hey!" I said. At this point she was pulling on the toilet paper. I myself started to push out a fat log, and was mildly grunting. "How's that extra credit project going?" Came from next door:..My fun quirky teacher was literally conversing with me while she was wiping her butt and a smelly turd was coming out of mine! "Oh, not bad, making some good progress!" I replied…Ms. Gibson wiped a few more times, then stood and flushed. She walked out of her stall, started walking my way, and stopped and leaned back against the wall. She casually continued talking to me about the project in question. I was slightly taken aback, but also really excited! I knew I had to poop a lot more…I answered her questions, then mustered my courage and started pushing out more logs…I wondered if she was watching them plop out between my legs (I'm always a wide stance pooper, haha!)
I was really enthralled by both the fun and intimacy of this whole experience. We continued to casually chat. At this point the goth girl had finished her dump and wipe and was washing her hands. It was just me on the pot and Ms. Gibson. I knew I was done and needing to wipe, but mustering up the urge to do so took a bit…I in general was totally used to pooping and wiping in front of my friends at this point, but in front of my teacher buddy? She kept on with the casual conversation, so finally I said what the heck! I rolled some paper, wiped my front, then went to the back. I did the first few swipes blind, but then finally realized I needed to check…pulling a piece of shitty toilet paper out of your butt in front of your teacher is a slightly strange experience, but when I did Ms. Gibson didn't so much as flinch and just kept chatting. It was a bit of a messy wipe and took some time, but finally I was clean and stood to flush. I pulled my pants up and couldn't help but wondering if Ms. Gibson took a look at my load…I flushed and we both walked to the sinks and washed our hands, and walked back to study hall. Definitely an intimate moment I won't forget!!


STEPHEN.P

POOPING IN THE CAMPERVAN


Woke six am had a wee in the bedroom pottie then went downstairs, made tea in kitchen drank made a third mug and took it to campervan rinsed the pottie (ADVENTURIDGE) put paper towel on back of bowl dropped my pants sat down and quietly sipped my tea .
I felt my bowels move as I was taking the last sip ,put down my mug arms in my lap .sat and enjoyed another NUMBER TOO .


Ellie's self esteem

Ellie is my niece. She's 6 and starting 1st grade next month. We had a 3 1/2 hour drive from the airport to my house. At the first rest stop she seemed to do her independent thing pretty well. I was waiting at the entrance. She came out with a smile and said felt a lot less pain with her pee. A half hour later I told her I needed a pee break because I told her I don't hold coffee very well. She said she needed to go again too and held up two fingers. Apparently she believed some of my sister's sarcasm about crapping away from home being bad, naughty or something. She went into the ladies doorway while I waited in line for a urinal on the other side. When I got back outside she was waiting for me and crying. Some old lady criticized Ellie for using up too much of the toilet paper and I guess overall staying on the toilet too long. None of that helps Ellie gain increased self esteem and a desire to independently sit and take care of her needs. Comments?


MD Dan

Two Buddy Dumps - Part 2

Hey everyone! As promised, here is my second story about a fun buddy dump experience I had with my girlfriend Kate.

Kate and I were both taking a short vacation from work and went out shopping early one morning for some hiking and camp supplies. We stopped for some coffee and finished them up while we were browsing through the store. After 10 minutes or so, while look at some gear, Kate quickly looked side to side, then glanced sideways at me and smirked. As she made eye contact with me, I heard a bubbly fart escape her butt (which was clothed in some nice looking light blue running shorts). She grinned and winked at me and said, "I think I'm gonna need the bathroom soon" and gave a short laugh. Feeling the need to poop soon myself, I said, "Yeah, I can tell. I'm right there with you!" Hearing that, she giggled and said, "Oh yeah, you're a morning person too!" We kept browsing the gear for a few minutes because we needed to settle on something but eventually, my urge was growing pretty intense and I let out a silent fart that smelled quite bad. I turned over to Kate and she eventually caught wind of it and slowly turned her head to me, covering her nose with her hand and giggling. She said, "Oh wow!" I laughed and said sorry, she just said, "You're good!" and patted my butt, quietly laughing, and I said, "Well I'm ready for that bathroom now. I'll meet you back here when I'm done?" She said, "Sure, but I might be right behind you in a few minutes."

The store was still completely empty except for us and the staff because it was so early in the morning (we got there right when they opened on a weekday). I got to the bathrooms and walked into the men's room only to find one urinal and one stall with someone already in the stall (a staff member based on the shoes and pants). It sounded like they were having bad diarrhea and it reeked terribly. Since there was only one stall and it smelled so bad, I figured I'd just wait outside the bathroom for them to come out and walked back out into the little bathroom common area off the main store. A couple minutes passed and I heard no movement at all from the men's room. No flush, no paper, no sink, nothing to suggest they were finishing up. All of a sudden Kate walks up behind me and says, "Hey, is something wrong?" I turned to her and let her know there was only one stall and someone was in it and it didn't seem like they'd be done anytime soon. Seeing the dismay on my face, she quickly walked into the women's room and I settled in for more waiting when all of a sudden Kate opened the door back up and from inside the doorway she motioned me over. She said almost in a whisper, "There's two stalls in here and they're both open. Why don't you come in here with me?" My heart rate instantly shot up and I quickly agreed.

Walking in, she grinned at me and said, "Yeah, I didn't think you'd mind!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I took the far stall and she took one close to the door. We both lowered our shorts and sat down at the same time, Kate immediately let out a squeaky fart and started peeing. I let out my piss and felt my poop start to move. I let out a few soft logs that crackled and plopped softly into the water. As far as I know, this was the first time Kate was hearing me poop. I farted softly when it was all out and sighed. Kate giggled and said, "Feel better letting all that out?" I said, "Yep! I really needed that!" She said, "I bet! That sounded like a massive dump!". I looked down and saw her feet (in flip-flops) flat on the floor and slightly forward. She let go a bubbly fart, the tail end of which released one big mushy ball of poop that splatted into the toilet. I asked her if she felt better yet and she said, "Nope, not yet. I'm not done." and giggled again. She said, "I poop a LOT in the mornings!" and laughed. I laughed with her and felt some more poop coming. I pushed a little bit, blasted a 3 second ripping fart and crackled out a long thin piece of poop. That was it for me. Kate said, "Oh damn! I thought you were done! Hahaha" I said, "Nope, that was it though. I'm done now." She giggle again and said, "I thought I pooped a lot! You're over there filling that thing up! Oooohh, wait a minute..." She then sighed and I heard a loud crackling of semi-formed poop coming out of her and steadily plopping into the water, which continued for about 15 seconds or so. She said, "Whew! Now I feel better!" and giggled loudly. I said that was an impressive amount and she said, "Haha, thanks! I guess we're just two peas in a pod, taking MASSIVE dumps! Hahahaha" We both started pulling paper and wiping, I finished a slightly before her but stay in the stall so she could make sure there wasn't anyone outside the bathroom. She finished up and checked outside, telling me it was clear and I could head out. We walked out and quickly away from the bathroom. The men's room was still occupied, so that guy must have been really sick.

Walking back through the store, Kate kept smirking at me. I finally said, "What? What's so funny?" with a smirk of my own. She said, "Oh nothing! That was just really fun, I think! Hahaha" I said, "Yeah, that was fun. Thank you for letting me come in with you. I was really desperate!" She said, "Of course! I'd never let you suffer like that!" and playfully patted my stomach. I said, "Well aren't you sweeet!" in a half joking tone and gave her a kiss. Her body language at that point suggested she was ready to check out and head back home with me so we finished up getting our gear and quickly headed out.

Hope that wasn't too long! Hopefully I'll have some more to post soon! Take care, everyone!


finn
i've recently been reminded of my high school girlfriend. i haven't seen her since the year after we graduated... so more than fifteen years now. i was honest with her about being curious about watching her use the bathroom. while she never explicitly said she wanted me to watch her, she would leave the bathroom door open. i was lucky enough to be an only child with a private bathroom that was connected to my bedroom so we were never really inhibited by my parents. she would come over, we'd chill in my room, and she'd just go without shutting the door, most times continuing the conversation and beckoning for me to come over.

it took a while before she was comfortable enough to poop in front of me, but one fall afternoon just after our senior year started, she just kind of quietly looked at me. in retrospect, i think by this time, she was as interested in me watching as i was. she told me she had to use the bathroom and went as she normally did. normally i'd hear her peeing but this time i heard nothing. after a few seconds, i walked to my bathroom and sat on the vanity countertop just looking at her. i remember her face turning a little red as she told me that it might smell a bit. i just smiled and told her she should relax and that she knew i didn't mind. she turned even more red. neither of us said anything, though her pushing was pretty audible and she was slightly hunched over. i was honestly pretty surprised by how much she was grunting. she later told me that she felt nervous going in front of me and didn't realize that she'd have performance anxiety.

after a few minutes i heard the first plop which was quickly followed by a few more. i asked to see before she wiped or flushed and her face immediately turned red but she stood up and turned around. i was surprised by how fast the smell hit me and made a stupid joke about it. she looked a little horrified before i reassured her that i was extremely glad to witness what i just did and that i'd like to watch again. her face turned red, but i know she was pretty happy because i ended up watching her poop many many more times, most times pretty casually.

one of the more memorable times was about a month after the first occurrence. my parents live in an equestrian neighborhood with very large properties and backyards. despite it being an equestrian neighborhood, we didn't have any horses but had a huge, mostly secluded backyard. that afternoon, she told me she had to go poop. i brought up the possibility of going outside which she responded with fake horror. she was pretty quickly persuaded on the condition that i take care of the poop afterwards (she didn't want to deal with the cleanup) and that my parents would not be home anytime soon. i immediately agreed and we headed behind a large tree. she threw off her shoes, peeled off her underwear, and lifted her skirt so that i had a clear view. she started to push and i immediately saw the log turtling out. it slowly inched out, broke off, and she started to pee, slightly splattering her ankles. she continued to push and a smoother log of a slightly different texture came out, this one much faster. i gave her some toilet paper to clean up which she left on top of her poop and left it for me to clean up with a plastic glove and bag.


David P

Rock hard poo made me bleed + questions to all forum

Ok guys here is an update. The stomach flu cleared up but some how started to get like a mild flu, like sore throat, fever and blocked nose type of thing and I am still recovering, I stopped opening my bowels after I had the bad diarrhea with the stomach flu last week for some reason and then my poo got harder.

Yesterday I went for a poo and did not have much of an urge but went anyway, I squat when I go now to help it out, so I put my legs up and sat and realised I needed to push so I held my breath and gave a push and out slid a solid poo and it made a little plop as it entered the water. I looked, it was small but hard and I had a little bit of blood on the paper.

Today, I had to go this morning the day after having that little movement and this was more of a pressing need. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I put my legs up on my squatty potty and sorted out my boxers so they were not so tight around my legs and leant forward. I held my breath and gave a long and lengthy push, I could feel the log was hard and my poo was slithering out slowly with my breath held. It took like 10 seconds of pushing to move the poo out and it slithered into the bowl which had a bunch of toilet paper in there already so it made a slight splosh as it hit the paper and water. I stood up and looked at my creation, it was a light brown log and maybe 5 inches long perhaps. It was rock hard and it looked like a bunch of grapes, it was a type 2 on the bristol scale. I started to wipe my bum that was dry of any poo but instead I had two lines of bright red blood as the poo had been so hard and dry. I hope I will not enter a cycle of bleeding and itching like the hell I was in a few months back. I do not go every day for a poo and so my poos can get hard and knobbly and make me bleed.

The weird thing is my logs are not hard to push out. I do not have to strain hard and work them out like the stories in the past here by Abbie and Jasmin K where their poos needed pushing and straining out for like 10 minutes, the log slowly moving out bit by bit as they strained and the log getting sucked back up (which I can't begin to imagine how difficult it must have been for them to do a poo if you have read their stories you know the struggles, but I was always happy when they did it and managed to keep themselves healthy despite the hardships).

For me they are maybe just as hard as theirs? but mine are somehow easy to get out which really surprises me, my logs can be knobbly and hard enough to make me bleed on the paper but yet I just have to give a slight push and they are in the water in around 10 seconds (not minutes). When my poo is soft it just slides out without me needing to push but in times like these they need me to hold my breath and give a long push as it slides out below me like a tail and quickly drops into the water but it is not hard to do.

Can anyone tell me why this happens and that my poo can be hard and knobbly and make me bleed yet I do not need to work them out like the stories by Abbie and Jasmin K? I am really curious? I am interested to know what you guys think? why my poo is hard as I describe but not a challenge to push out like the old posters here?

I also want to say that I want to be more included here, I feel like not many engage with my stories or posts or write to me and I would like to be more included in this community as since Abbie and Jasmin K stopped posting, I do not have friends here it seems that write backward and forward like my old friends did. I would like that a lot if I could get more friends here.

Anyway, enough of my rambling. Thanks for reading my post and getting this far.
Bye.


Today I took a break in the dunes when biking along the shore. While I was sitting there drinking coffee, a large group of women rode by on bicycles. They stopped about 100 m north of me to have a lunch break. I saw some of them squat down to pee up there.

One of them, a gray-haired woman in her 60s, came walking down towards me with her small rucksack. At some bushes below me, she stopped and looked around, before pulling her bike pants down just below her bum and crouching down. While squatting she retrieved the toilet roll from her backpack and completed the errand as usual before pulling up her pants and walking back to the others.

As the lunch break drew to a close, another lady came wandering down with some paper in her hand. The mission was undoubted. She was considerably older, perhaps around 80. She probably had some problems with her knees and hips. She was wearing shorts which she pulled down to her knees before bending slightly forward with her legs spread. Luckily for her, what came out landed on the ground behind her and not in her pants! She also finished without noticing that she had had an involuntary spectator, who had certainly enjoyed the whole thing.


Annie

Had a healthy small dinner and am hydrating

Hi all. Had an egg salad sandwich and a banana for breakfast and took my medications afterwards, for lunch I had mixed vegetables, pork and spicy rice for lunch and for dinner had crackers, bananas, a small orange and an apple (will eat the other apple later). My caregiver told me on the phone to drink more water to prevent clogging the toilet (oops) and do stretches/exercises in my room. We will see how that goes.


Princess Toadstool Peach

Five Good Toilet Hacks for Big Talented Bathroom Experts!!!!

Hello everyone I am Princess Toadstool Peach and today I am showing you some amazing toilet hacks you could do while you're doing your most royal of wee and poo business. Let's go!! (HACK 1) When your toilet doesn't have any water in it to flush always use a plastic bag to place inside the toilet and then you pull your panties down and sit down on it and start weeing and defecating in it. Just make sure you empty the full plastic bag of your business after you've finished. (HACK 2) One of the things I like about using the toilet is always put a mini shelf near your toilet paper to hold some flower plants, a cup or in my case a newspaper or magazine to read while you're urinating or pooing. (HACK 3) When you are feel like you're going be a while and you have your phone with you. Just place your phone with your favourite videos into your panties and watch it from there or if you have a IPad put it on a holder above the toilet paper shelf. (HACK 4) Don't worry if you cannot pinch your loaf dumping all of your waste out just use a footstool that way you can adjust yourself squatting and then pooed all of your brownload crayons out of your bottom poo hole. (HACK 5-Run out of toilet paper tissue? Not a problem. Always get yourself a bidet place into the toilet and squeeze it and your bottom peach cheeks will smell better in no time. And those are my Top 5 Toilet Bathroom Hack tips. Let me know if you wanna try them for yourself. In the meantime I got to take a nice big thick poo bathroom break as well as a nice steady wee too as well this morning after my coffee drink! Bye Bye now.


Bea
Hey guys,
I wanted to share a story about my Dad from about 6 years ago, when I was 16 years old.
It was the summer hollidays and my parents and I were going to Germany for a few weeks, because my mother grew up and lived there, until she met my Dad.
In the plane everything was fine. I didn't notice anything special, except Dad going to the toilet more frequently. Mom asked him, if he was fine and he answered, that he was a little unwell from the flight. I didn't think much about it until later on.
When the plane landed at the airport, Dad got more nervous. He was kind of fidgedy and pressured us to hurry.
"I need to use the bathroom", he told us, when we left the plane.
"Don't worry. The bathrooms are this way", Mom assured him. So we went there as soon, as possible, but unfortunately there was a long line of men waiting to get in (which is quite unusual, if you ask me, but it was the case this time).
"No!", Dad had a hand on his stomache now, when he got in line, while doing a little dance. It was obvious now, that he had to poop.
His little dancing movement got more intense and he had to put his hand from his stomache to his butt.
"S-sorry", he asked the men in front of him, "Could I please go in first? It's...", his face froze and he farted loudly and most of all wet. "I'm sorry, I have diarrhea", he explained and all of the others let him skip to get in. I'm sure, some of them didn't understand him because of the language barrier, but the situation was pretty self-explaining.
Mom and I sat on a bench near the toilets and waited for him, so we saw the whole scene.
"I'didn't know, he had diarrhea", Mom said, "We have a long way to go from the airport to your grandparent's house. We...need a solution for this"
She told me to wait and left to go the the airport drugstore, which was just a few steps away. When she came back, she went straight for the men's room, to look for Dad.
When she came back, Dad was with her. Mom had a package of something with her, I didn't knew what it was at first. But it was ripped open. Dad was right behind her. He was walking more stiffly and adjusted his pants a few times. He also had a cloth in his hand, that he threw in the trash. That's when I noticed.
"Are you...wearing diapers? Did you just throw away your underwear?", I asked Dad.
His face got red and he turned to Mom, maybe he didn't know how to answer.
"Your Dad had a little accident, because he isn't feeling well. The ride with the cab will take over two hours. It's just to be safe", Mom explained to me.
Dad was pale and his hand was on his stomache again.
"I really am not feeling well. I...don't know, what I ate", Dad said. He looked as if he was in pain, "And I think I have to go again. I'm sorry", he had his legs tightly together and waddled back in line to the bathroom.
While Dad was in the bathroom again, I turned to my Mom.
"Did he really poop his pants?", I asked her.
She nodded, "He told me he had some really bad stomache cramps and couldn't hold it in anymore".
I didn't answer anything, because I didn't know what to say. When Dad came back again, he was still pale but told Mom to call the cab.
"If you have to go, just tell me, we can stop whenever it's necessary", she told Dad, then gave him a bottle of water and told him to drink because with the diarrhea he lost a lot of fluid.
We got in the car with Mom in the frontseat next to the driver and Dad and me on the backseat.
For the first half an hour he was fine. He even slept in, leaned against the window.
I was reading my book, but was somehow concerned, he could have an accident again.
When he woke up, Dad had his hand on his stomache and quietly groaned in pain.
"You need to go?", I asked him.
"I do", he agreed, while holding his stomache, "I need to go now."
"Mom? Dad has to...", I started, but was interrupted by a fart. I looked over to my Dad, who was shaking and holding his stomache.
"It's...ugh", he groaned, again and his voice got higher, "It's too late", he farted again and it started to smell, "I..I'm sorry! It's already coming"
He looked in pain and I couldn't help myself but watch my 43 year old father shit himself in the backseat of a cab. I just couldn't turn away.
"It's alright, love. Do, what you need to do, we will get you cleaned up", Mom said.
The driver spoke to Mom in german, I think he asked, if he should stop somewhere, because the car stopped at a gas station as soon as possible.
Mom got out of the car. Dad just sat there frozen. She opened the backdoor for him to get out too, but Dad shook his head.
"The cramps are so bad. I'm gonna poop again, if I get up", he was shakeing.
"It's okay. Just try to get up", Mom took both his hands and slowly helped Dad out of the car. Slowly he turned to his side and carefully first put one, then the other foot outside the car.
Dad tensed up even more when he finally stood on his feet. He bent over in pain and several farts slipped out.
"I'm sorry," he managed to say between clenched teeth.
"Don't be sorry. You have an upset stomach. It's normal that the gas has to get out of you," my Mom said. She held him by the arms to help him walk.
"It's not just the gas," Dad said. They hadn't moved a step yet.
"I know. You need to poop. You have diarrhea. That's all right, Love. I'll take you to the bathroom," Mom tried to reassure him, but Dad shook his head. His ears were red and his voice was high-pitched from trying so hard not to poop his diaper. Even though he had actually already pooped his diaper. And you could even tell from his appearance because his full pants were hanging much lower.
"Come on," Mom encouraged him, "Bea, darling? You should come with us and open the door for your father and me. Then it will be quicker for him to actually get to the toilet."
Dad farted again and this was followed by a helpless whimper from him.
I jumped out of the car and ran to the public toilets, to hold the door open.
Mom and Dad moved very slowly towards the public restroom. They had to stop again and again. I couldn't tell exactly, but I assumed that Dad had a stomach cramp or was about to have diarrhea in his diaper.
The closer they got, the more I could understand again - and to be honest, I could smell it too. Now that I had been out in the fresh air for a moment, I could clearly smell that Dad's diaper was full.
When they had passed me through the door, I ran on to hold the door to the cubicle open too.
But they didn't get any further than the first door, where I had been standing before.
"No - I...can't hold it anymore! I'm sorry!" Dad gave up.
He really gave up and so he widened his legs just before he reached the toilet and let it happen. His diarrhea just went down in his pants. Because the diaper was already full from his accident in the car, it couldn't hold much more and his liquid poop squeezed out the sides of the diaper and stained his pants dark.
He groaned with relief until he had finished pooping.
My mother sent me to get him fresh clothes again, but I will never forget the image of my father in a poopy diaper in poopy pants.
There were no further incidents on the drive and Dad had to rest at my grandparents' house, when we arrived.
There was another accident of this kind, but since this story is so long, I won't tell it for now.
Thank you for letting me share this incident with you.


Annie

Constipated and hopefully can go later

Good morning everyone. I'm constipated (joy. Not) and had Triscuit crackers, a banana, big apple, small apple and small orange for breakfast. Took my morning medications after breakfast, refilled my water jar and jug and went downstairs. Microwaved the jar of water (everyone here needs to do that to get things moving. My caregiver said) and have been taking sips from it. Constipation is no fun but have to do what you have to do to get rid of it. And I would rather avoid clogging the toilet since my caregiver won't buy or keep a plunger (she said something about viruses). Hopefully a bit later I can do a soft or softer poop.


STEPHEN.P
I slept in the campervan last night ,many times had a wee during the night.The phone alarm woke me this morning ,had a wee in the pottie then went into house and made some tea .While the kettle was boiling went into garage collected a JONES RELAX bedpan put in some newspaper liners and returned to kitchen.The kettle now boiled made some tea ,went into lounge ,sat down and enjoyed.
Half hour later took the mugs back to kitchen ,tore four sheets of kitchen roll off dispenser sat on the bedpan and had a NUMBER TOO ,wiped with the kitchen towel then took bedpan to bonfire and emptied,washed under the water butt and left to dry.
I went back into house and had another two mugs of tea then went to the van emptied the portta pottie in outside drain


Annie

Clogged the toilet again oops

Hi. Not long ago I finished lunch (spicy fried rice with pork and mixed vegetables with chili peppers-made by my caregiver). After lunch I made a cup of tea and refilled my water jar and jug (drinking my second water jar). I had an urge to poop a few minutes ago shortly after finishing lunch so I grabbed my Walmart bag, took my bedroom flip flops off, opened the door, walked outside my room, put those flip flops on, turned off the light, closed the door and walked to the washroom across from my room. Turned on the light, closed the door, walked to the toilet, pulled my black sweatpants and black underwear down and sat on the toilet. Peed first then pushed out a big solid poop that I needed to flushed halfway. When I was done I reached into the Walmart bag, grabbed the toilet paper, took some, put the roll back into the Walmart bag, put the Walmart bag on the floor and started wiping. Wiped my vagina first then stood up and wiped my butt really well until there were no marks. Tossed it into the toilet. Flushed the toilet and the paper and poop went down but the water came up slightly. I think I clogged the toilet. Washed my hands, dried them, went upstairs, called my caregiver and explained the situation and she told me to use the toilet brush to plunge the toilet (she won't buy or keep plungers because she thinks they keep viruses). I went back downstairs, did that, flushed again and the toilet water is fine though higher. Not flooding high but higher. Oy. I wanted to poop but I didn't want or mean to cause trouble. Hopefully everyone here is staying safe, happy and healthy. Please stay hydrated.

Happy peeing and pooping (hopefully)

Annie


STEPHEN.P
Phone alarm woke me this morning , had a wee in the bedroom pottie then carried it downstairs into the hallway on way to empty.I brushed my teeth boiled the kettle then had to go a NUMBER TOO ,sat on bedroom pottie 9( THETFORD ELEGANCE and drop my load ,LAXADO POWDERS are keeping me regular.
Made and drank my tea then took pottie outside and emptied


Anna from Astoria

enchanced wiping

I am seeing so many ads on social media of products that help you get cleaner after a poop. Social medical sure knows what I read about and sometime talk about!!!

I have seen products such as several bidet companies and wet wipe companies. The most original products I have seen is a product that moistens your toilet paper without breaking them and a mirror for your toilet lid see you can see how clean of a job you are doing. It's amazing most of use clean ourselves without looking directly and trust what we see on the toilet paper. How are any of us clean!

Anybody try any of these products? Has anyone seen notable results ? I my self will tend to use wet wipes if I know someone will be seeing my underwear besides myself such as changing in the locker room and..ahem getting lucky : ) I have worn many lacy undies with success and noticed lack of success when I dont use them on the same undies...


Thunder

A Sublime Shit

A short post.
I got out of bed....made a cuppa and then got the urge that sent me racing to my throne......out it came in a big volume......so easy and so relaxing....finished off with the bidet.
This morning when the cleaners come....I wonder what they think when they clean toilets?
Thunder


Sunday, August 11, 2024


Tricky

Comments

Re: MD Dan

Your experience reminds me of an office I used to work at. There was a vent between the adjacent Mens' and Womens' restrooms on each floor. I heard many of my female coworkers using the facilities and I know for a fact they heard me. I recounted some of these events on pages 2952("hearing female coworkers pooping through the vent"), 2880("Poop At The Office").

Re: Scooters

I've had one memorably embarrassing toilet visit on the back of a bus recounted here, on page 2933("The Biggest Crap I've Ever Taken"). If I'd swallowed my pride and used the doorless stalls at a previous bus station when I had the chance, I'd have saved my insides a lot of grief, and might not have needed to resort to using a toilet on the bus for pooping. This was near the time I just decided to never hold it if I had even only a mild or moderate urge to poop, only to find no doors or stalls missing altogether when I find a public restroom.

Adjacently related to using a bus toilet, is using a bus station toilet. As recounted on Page 2882, titled "Nowhere else to go... my intro to shameless pooping." I'd used doorless stalls and stall-less toilets by that point with no one else in the room when I started pooping, hoping no one would come in. And sometimes, people did come in. That emptiness as a starting condition upon entering such a restroom makes it a lot less intimidating of a usage case than when there is a long line of people that you know for certain will be waiting for you to finish using the toilet, exposed in front of them for the duration of your usage. I used a doorless stall in a crowded public restroom for the first time in my life during that events of story, when my normal habit since middle school would have been to walk out and hold it. It was my intro into totally shameless pooping, regardless of any odd circumstances regarding an otherwise functional and available toilet when I needed to use it. A sort of ultimate worst restroom fear when I needed to poop, conquered during the events of that story. The only worst fear I had since then, is pooping my pants, and that fear remains unchanged, and will hopefully never be challenged or tested. I can proudly say I haven't crapped my pants since middle school, although I've had many close calls, some where I pooped with an audience to avoid the risk or otherwise certainty of ruining my pants and underwear in public.

Re: Willa

Open-toilet environments are certainly unique and exotic places to relieve yourself in. I was always scared to use such facilities as a kid and would always hold it if that is what was presented to me upon entering the restroom, unless it was so dire an emergency that I didn't have a choice other than filling my pants. You overcame that fear much earlier than I did, if you ever had it. In my case, the threat of being bullied while on the toilet at school is what started my phobia of doorless stalls and stall-less public toilets. I never used such a public toilet with a friend or loved one though, so can't share that experience, even though many people I was acquainted with in various settings have seen me sitting on the can with my butt exposed to them while either pooping or wiping, and I've "buddy-dumped" with strangers a number of times in doorless stalls or on an open toilets. which IMO is every bit as intimate, and more awkward, if otherwise less embarrassing(at least you probably won't ever see them again).


Princess Toadstool Peach

Using my friend Rosalina's Camping Trailer Toilet to go Poo!

Hello everyone I am Princess Toadstool Peach and today I am in my best friend's camping trailer ready for a big and awesome camping trip. Rosalina has a nice van trailer complete with bunk beds, stove, fridge and of course a nice bathroom where there is a toilet. And after eating all those delicious homemade hamburgers with egg and bacon I need to go. Rosalina tells me try not to make too much of a mess and tosses me a roll of toilet paper I head over to the toilet holding the toilet paper as well as a newspaper, I place the toilet paper in it's holder, lift the lid up, lift up my dress, pull down my panties, give my bottom a little wiggle and sit myself down on the toilet I really needed a poo and poo I shall. I read the newspaper with my panties down to ankles as I sat releasing my dump and pinching my loaf humming to myself as I start pooing. "TOOT!! SSSSPPPLUT!! PLUNKPLUNKPLUNK R-R-R-RIPP PLOP PLOP PLOP PAAARRPP PLOOP FOOMP PFFFTTTT!!!!" Looks I'm pooed out. LOL ROFL!! I sure hope Rosalina doesn't mind if I made a large brown smelly thick BM mess. I better wipe and fast. Talk soon everyone. Bye bye now!


MD Dan

Two Buddy Dumps - Part 1

Hey everyone! Glad to see so many great posts recently! Sorry I don't have any specific replies this post, I think it's already going to be a long one. Over the past few weeks I've had a couple "buddy dump" experiences I wanted to share. The first one with a nurse practitioner intern and the other with Kate.

A few weeks ago I got an ear infection and needed to go to the clinic to get some antibiotics for it. The wait was long, despite having an appointment, and I needed to poop very badly when I got there. Seeing the estimated time was about 25 minutes away, I decided to use the bathroom first. I located them tucked back in a corridor between the waiting area and the exam rooms. Ready for some relief, I was dismayed to find the door locked! Sighing heavily, I headed back to the waiting area and found only patients, no employees of the clinic were around. I stood around for about 5 minutes, bouncing slightly from the urge to poop, and finally someone came out and headed my way. It was a woman in her mid to late 20s, brown hair tied up, gorgeous eyes, slim figure clothed in loose black sweat pants and a black zip-up hoodie, and wearing a mask. I was standing by the entrance to the corridor with the bathrooms and she headed at a fast pace towards me. I stopped her and asked if she could open the men's room for me. She said, "Oh, yeah, I think this key works for that. I actually just started here this week and haven't tried it yet." I later found out she was an intern studying with the nurse practitioner. We head back to the bathrooms and her key did in fact work for the door, thank God! I thanked her and headed into the men's room, hearing her open the door to the women's and head in.

The men's room had a urinal and a stall against the rear wall, the stall being on the wall adjacent to the women's room. I headed into the stall and noticed I could hear very clearly the intern opening and closing a stall door in the women's room. I looked up and saw what must have been a shared vent between the rooms just below the ceiling. There were no fans going at all and it was dead quiet in both bathrooms. I quickly lowered my shorts and took a seat, also hearing a toilet seat plunk and clack next door, obviously the intern sitting down too. Right away I heard her start to pee furiously (I'm sure they don't get much time for breaks during work and probably hold it in for long periods). I took a quick piss but didn't have much of that to do and felt my poop start to move. As her pee died down I let out two logs in rapid fire with some gas mixed in, both of them plunking into the water loudly, with the remainder of my gas blasting out and echoing throughout, I'm sure, both bathrooms. I felt like I had some more to go and continued to sit. After a few seconds, I heard the intern softly let go some gas and a loud, quick crackling sound could be heard, followed by a deep flooomp. She sighed loudly at that and started rolling off toilet paper. I relaxed a little and let out one more short log that plopped into the water and I was done. I finished up and heard her bathroom door open. I opened mine up and nearly walked into her on my way out. We both jumped a little and I apologized for nearly hitting her. She said, "It's okay, don't worry about it!" and quickly walked back to the exam rooms.

I finally got called back and checked into an exam room and in walks the intern. She said, "Hello! Nice to see you again! The NP is still with another patient but I'll go ahead and get the initial information with you while she finishes up." I said hello back and thanked her again for letting me into the bathroom. I mentioned it was a good thing she came back when she did because it was getting to be an emergency. She chuckled a little and said, "I know what you mean. Glad I could help!" I sat in the chair directly next to her at the desk and as she was checking my charts, she glanced over at me and said in a half whisper, "You know, I had no idea there was a vent right there in the bathrooms. Isn't that kind of odd!?" Clearly she had heard me and was probably aware that I could hear her too. I said, "Yeah, now that you mention it, that is kind of odd. That could lead to some embarrassing situations." She replied, "Yes, it definitely could! I hope that's not the case for you, though. If it is, I sincerely apologize!" I said, "Oh, no! That's not the case at all. Thank you, though." She said, "Ok, good! Glad to hear it!" At that point we moved and the NP came in for the exam, and the topic was never brought up again.

I know I said I have two stories, but I'll save the one with Kate for a second post. I've run out of time right now and I might be able to get to it soon! Take care!


Willa

Pooping together…

Hey everyone! It's been a bit, but I popped back on this evening, and reading Dillon and Just another Girl's stories inspired me to tell you all about my sweet wifiey and I's activities yesterday. If you have read my on and off posts on here before, you may well know that I for one have always been super into the joys of pooping! After my sweetie and I got serious, I was always very open with my pooping habits. I loved sitting on the toilet and openly crackling and plopping when she was doing her makeup, taking a bath, etc. It just felt so good and freeing to be so open with your love! I will freely admit,at that time, I hadn't upfront told her that i was a frequenter and contributor of a pooping site…

One morning I was doing my own little beauty routine, and she came into the bathroom yawning and stretching, and promptly plopped her butt down on the toilet. A loud fart blared out, followed by multiple plops and splashes. I was so excited! I promptly bent over and hugged and kissed her, and massaged her shoulders as she continued to evacuate. She looked up with a gleam in her eye…"you like this too?"…uh, yeah girl!!

So anyway, on to today's story! The opening was several years ago and we both now fully appreciate our poop thing…She doesn't post on here but is fully aware that I do and I always share my posts and many others with her. But I digress…a couple days ago, I was dropping a hefty load while she was in the bathroom with me, and we came up with the idea that we would like to poop in unison. We have obviously went together in public stalls and such, but we liked the idea of both watching and hearing each other going at the same time. We came up with the idea of filling two small buckets with water, and placing them in our good sized bathtub. This way, our waste could easily just be poured into the toilet when we were finished. Awakening the next morning we looked at each other and nodded, as we both had the need to go. We pulled off our panties and stepped into the shower, and both went into a squat over the two buckets, facing each other. We smiled and nodded, and started to push! I soon saw a slender snake of poop begin to descend between her legs, as my own hole started to widen and push out a thick log. Her's broke first and splashed into her bucket, with mine soon following. I then discharged a long, snaking coil, as she dropped one more fat log. Satisfied, we passed a roll of paper back and forth between us until we were clean. We stood, hugged, then admired our creations. We clambered out of the bathtub and took the gamble that our high capacity toilet could withstand both of our loads. We emptied the buckets, and it passed with flying colors!! What a way to start the day. We will definitely be doing this more often ;)


Kenna

Response to lc

Hey LC, Josh and Kenzie aren't related, I think just not going for a few days caused kenzies constipation. Josh is always constipated and needs my help pooping. I have only helped kenz a couple times but have pooped with her tons of times. Take care! Kenna


Scooter

Bus BM

I was riding on a charter bus recently, and we had stopped to have lunch at a "greasy spoon" type restaurant. About an hour later I had a very strong urge to have a massive bowel movement. The urge to push was really strong, and I was struggling to hold it. I had no choice, but to swallow my pride and use the tiny bathroom at the back of the bus. It was extremely humiliating because I was in there for over 10 minutes so everyone knew I was taking a big poop. Then, if there was any doubt as to what I was doing the smell was awful. (I couldn't help it). After I had emptied myself, wiped several times and washed my hands I then had to do the "walk of shame" back to my seat , which was about at the middle of the bus. The poop smell started working its way up to the middle of the bus where I was seated a few minutes later. So, I was pretty much stinking out the whole bus with my huge poop! Man, I couldn't wait for that bus ride to be over! Has anyone else urgently needed to have a BM in those tiny bus bathrooms? I certainly hope you had a better experience than I did!


Imogen

Hi from Imogen

Hi all

It's been a long time since I posted here, I used to write quite regularly. I'm a mid-20s girl from a city in the west of England, and I posted here quite a few times about accidents and near misses that I'd had over the years!

Now that I've left uni and am in the world of work I am going out less which was often a major cause of desperate moments. But something last week reminded me of the old days when almost once a week I'd end up rushing home or having to squat somewhere on the walk home!

I hope all the regular posters that are still around are well

Imogen.


STEPHEN.P
Two days ago I started using LAXADO ,I took two sachase Wednesday evening one sachase Thursday morning and two sachase Thursday evening
today is Friday ,took another sachase this morning.
I made my usual two mugs of tea and went to sit on back lawn ,the fist mug of tea I drank ,then gradually sipped the second .I started dribbling wee into my underpants ,I laid on my back raised my thigh up and pulled my pants to my knees then laid on my back suddenly ,pooped then pooped again ,drew a deep breath and pushed ,it was a good shit a few minutes later dragged myself back sat upright ,hands on floor moved to my right then dragged myself across the lawn then stood up.
I had pooped a pile twelve inches diameter


Willa

Origin stories…

Just sitting outside enjoying a fire this evening, and the thought crossed my mind…when did all of you realize that this whole pooping thing was more to you than just an essential bodily function? For me….

When I was very young, for whatever reason, bathroom habits seemed basically taboo and not talked about, and I generally did my business at home. I'd hold it in school and whatnot. I was generally an introvert so wasn't out in public a whole lot or anything to have the opportunity to poop or pee in the presence of others….However, one time in middle school I was out playing with my friend Kelly in a local park. After some fun and intense soccer, Kelly had a bit of a pained expression on her face and said, Hey Willa, I need to go…feeling a bit of an urge myself, I nodded and we set across the park to the "bathroom"…an old brick square near the edge of the woods. There was a doorless entrance, which went into an open room with some brick benches on either side, each with 2 toilet seats. No dividers, no nothing. Toilet paper rolls on a stick next to the seats. I was mildly horrified, yet a bit intrigued, even more so when Kelly ripped down her shorts and plopped on a seat. She let out a loud fart, and a forceful hissing pee began…

For whatever reason, possibly the prior inexperience of being vulnerable and open in front of a friend or loved one,…or maybe just that I needed to poop lol!…I ripped down my shorts and panties and perched myself on the seat next to Kelly….by this point her pee was being interrupted periodically by poop splashing into the septic tank below. At this point I threw caution to the wind and pushed, and unleashed my own torrent of splashes and plops into the abyss. My body and mind tingled! After a brief pause from both of our rears, Kelly and I started casually chatting as we would any other time, periodically pausing to push out another log or a squirt of pee. This was so freeing!! After a time, we were both done and grabbed some paper to begin cleansing our buttholes. We both had made quite a mess! As we were wiping, an athletic looking 20-something runner burst through the door, and barely got her shorts down before destroying the "toilet"…it was in this moment that I realized this is all totally normal!! We all do it, and in all actuality it feels quite damn good, and it is a pleasure to experience with a friend or lover!!


Willa

Some replies

Blake…loved your story! Glad you got to unleash your urgent poop. It had to be exciting having that vulnerable moment with your classmate watching you, especially after you got to see her on the potty first! Those doorless school toilets were intimidating back in the day, but once I had my first experience with one (in the park with my friend Kelly…see other recent throwback story), they started to be really liberating and I began to fully enjoy doing my business in them with as many partners as possible on the other toilets. Walking by looking for an open toilet, and seeing my friends and acquaintances in the act of pooping, peeing and wiping just made me feel both vulnerable yet open and bonded with them!

Madelynn and Marianna…welcome and thank you for being free to share your fascination with this subject!!

Just another girl…I loved your story, and please share more! My wife and I share our pooping experiences regularly (much like yours, with cuddles, forehead kisses and the like) and just recently wiped each other for the first time!! It was so exciting and a blissful bonding experience!

Princess Toadstool Peach….your post about pooping in the shower made me laugh, as just the other morning I felt the urge to poop almost immediately as I began showering, and I looked back at the rather large drain opening in our tub and briefly contemplated squeezing it out right there and seeing what happened! The nerves got the best of me and I got the pleasure of a nice poopy butthole the minute I got out of the shower…Hope things went well for you if you tried it and if so please share!




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