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Denise

Telling partners

Hi everyone. I'm back again and wondering how people who are accident prone talk to their partners about it?

I've written before on page 3085 about how my ex-boyfriend responded to me having an accident (spoiler alert: not well!). Thankfully I've had more supportive partners since.

I had another longish term boyfriend towards the end of college. When we first met I was on a good streak and didn't have an accident at all for the first eight months of our relationship. That didn't last long though - I've mentioned before that my occasional accidents in childhood increased a bit in early adulthood with the change in schedule. I've also mentioned how my ADHD played a role. Sometimes I'd just be lying down doing nothing, aware that I needed to go, but thanks to executive dysfunction I'd just put it off until the very last minute. A trademark symptom of ADHD is struggling to do anything unless you have motivation - and for me an accident sometimes had to be imminent for me to be motivated enough!

Anyway, this happened post grad when I was working my first job. I'd been at work and came home, exhausted, and changed into some comfy leggings before getting into bed and watching some youtube. I'd held in a poop at work and still needed to go, but frankly, couldn't be bothered. And of course, as often as these accidents happened, they were still fairly infrequent in the grand scheme of things, so I still played with fire a fair bit, because the vast majority of the time I DID make it to the bathroom.

But anyway, on with the story. I was lying on my back on my bed and holding my poop, which was now getting increasingly urgent. I was vaguely thinking about getting up when I heard the shower start and I realized my roommate was in the bathroom. I thought 'oh well, can't go now' and continued watching my videos.

Finally it started to get really, really bad. I was squirming lying down and squeezing hard. And then finally a cramp hit me so bad, that I froze. I knew I needed to get up like, NOW, but as I was lying down, getting up would mean activating my stomach, and I genuinely feared I'd shit myself if I did that. So I took a deep breath and just squeezed for my life and prayed the cramp would pass. Thankfully it did, but here's where I got very foolish. It subsided and I thought, okay maybe I just have one more minute. I think I had like, 40 seconds left of the vid I was watching? Very stupid, but I just clicked play and told myself I'd go immediately after. And you can guess what happened next. Another vicious cramp arose and now I knew it was too late. Before I could do anything, my stomach gave a sharp push and my body began forcefully pushing the poop out into my leggings. The force of it made me grunt and then I involuntarily spread my legs and felt the lump growing under my butt and between them. When it was over I was frozen in shock and just lay there, face red, lying vaguely spread eagled with a huge poop in my pants. I couldn't believe what had just happened! Then the shame and panic began kicking in. I got up carefully, feeling the shameful heaviness in my pants. I went to my drawer and got a long, baggy sweatshirt to cover the bulge, then headed to the bathroom to clean up.

Later that day, my boyfriend called me as he usually did to as how my day went. I was feeling upset about my accident, but I'd never really told him about how accident prone I could be. But I am also impulsive, so I just blurted out 'I pooped my pants today'. He was quiet and immediately I wished I could walk it back. I frantically began improvising a lie about how I'd had to go bad at work, but the toilet was out of order and my manager wouldn't let me leave, hoping that it would sound like my manager basically forced me to poop my pants, rather than it being my fault. But I realized quickly that he wasn't buying it. He knew my manager was really nice and the story just didn't check out. So I finally admitted that I'd just held on too long and had an accident in my pants. He told me he'd been a bit shocked at first, but was reassuring and told me it can happen to anyone. This softened me so I opened up to him a bit more about how I'd had intermittent accidents my whole life and he was super kind and understanding about it. He also understood it was embarrassing for me and thanked me for sharing with him. I ended up having another accident a while later, while we were still together, and he was very comforting about that one too. He also thankfully never really brought it up except one time, when I was late to a group hang and looked upset (I'd had an argument with my mom) and he pulled me aside and discreetly asked me if I'd had an accident, lol. I thought that was very sweet.

Anyway partners can be a real mixed bag, I think. What have others experienced?


David P

Update & messages to posters and question to all

Hello I wanted to write again.

James - No I did not do that game but also like your brother I used to have this thing as a kid for many years, where I would be really trying to hold it back and clench at primary school and then I got really scared to go even when out of school as it would hurt and I would withhold even more and hold for weeks at a time.

Annie - I enjoy your stories, it seems that for the most part you find it easy just like me to go poo but sometimes you find it hard. I would love if you could write longer stories and describe the process and how it feels in more detail if you do not mind.

Jasmin K - Hey I hope you are well Jaz, how are you getting on with your constipation? Not heard from you in ages. I would love to see you posting again.

Abbie - I thought to try again as I really do miss you posting here, It sounds silly but as I kind of grew up with similar issues and over come them just like you and you were a similar age to me, probably a little bit older than me but still in school at the same time, you helped me understand I wasn't alone and also as a teen not to feel so scared to use the private medical toilet at school to poo. Also with the messages to and from it is like we helped each other alot to, so I guess I feel we were kind of online friends in a way and it has been sad to not hear from you over the years. Please post again. I hope you are not to constipated these days and your life is keeping you well.

Question to all - I have read many times where they say they push hard and the poo slides out a bit but then when they stop the poo 'gets sucked back up' I can only remember this happening when I was very young but it seems to happen to others quite a bit. Anyone have any stories of this happening? Anyone know why this happens? Maybe silly but I kinda want to experience this, any tips on how I can make it happen?, as much as I enjoy easy poos It has been so long since I had a full on straining and pushing session where this would happen, well over a decade and so I forgot what it is like.

Today I tried sitting up straight on the toilet instead of using my squatty potty to compare, basically the method I used all my life up until this year. My poo was still able to come out easily but took a lot longer to wait and sit on the toilet and push a little too. Also this evening I have felt a slight need to go and when I try to pass gas I feel a fullness in my anus and rectum but no major urge to go but know there is a poo there needing to come out. Tonight it is busy outside the bathroom and I do not want an audience, so I guess I have to wait until the morning now. I also do not want to wake in the night with a need to poo. I feel that if I had squatted this morning this left over bit would not have happened. It is crazy but for all my life and like many others, no matter what gender we all sit on the toilet to poo and not squat and we just accept that pushing and sitting there waiting and getting the need coming back the same day if we are not fully empty later in the day is just the normal process. I like sitting over squatty as it is more comfy but I feel that squatty is so much better. I hope it gets more wide spread. I feel that everyone will benefit from one but mostly those that suffer with constipation if they were introduced to squatting it would help. I feel if squatting was more wide spread all the struggles of past posts on here especially Abbie and Jasmin K would of been so much less. It seems terrible to think that the design of the toilet keeps the kink in your colon adding extra need to push it out and also not getting it all out. It is almost like we are purposely made to suffer when pooing. More should be done to make people aware of squatting so they do not have to keep pushing and straining. I think also in a case like Jasmin K and Abbie and other constipated posters over the years here, it is a case of not getting all the poo out in one sitting even if they think they have, despite having a large log after straining not all the poo could get out when opening the bowels causing a back log cycle they experience. I think if more did proper squatting it would help this. Does anyone else agree with me or have experiences or anything to add?

also I feel kinda pushed out in the community these days and really want to have more engagement with others. I hope my questions stir some answers.

Bye,
David P


Friday, August 30, 2024


STEPHEN.P

EMERGENCY CANNOT WAIT


Woke this morning felt I needed a NUMBER TOO so sat on THETFORD ELEGANCE POTTIE in bedroom , one whole minute continuous wee,sat for a few minutes pushed a few times,just another dribble of wee.I put on my dressing gown and went downstairs into kitchen made two mugs of tea then sat in lounge for half hour ,went back to kitchen boiled some milk and had a large bowl of ALL BRAN ,boiled some eggs and had with two pieces of bread and butter.
I sat in chair for ten minutes ,suddenly I had to poop, ran upstairs pulled down my pants sat on THETFORD ELLEGANCE in the bedroom ,a dribble of wee then my bowels opened. I pooped continuously for one minute then kept on weeing.After ten minutes pulled my self forward and wiped the bowl was full a little above the two litre mark .I have just emptied the pottie after a good shit ,hopefully tomorrow I will poop in the campervan my favourite venue on my favourite pottie


Steven (optional)

Denise clean upPost Title (optional)

I've been having accidents since my was teenager. Most times I'd end up not holding very long. Some my accidents are bad enough I've cleaned up out using garden hose. Didn't want get diarrhea in house.


Steve A

Certain Foods/Meals that help regularity

Does anyone eat certain foods/meals that help regularity?

For example, I sometimes eat a variety of Raisin Bran, Fiber Cereal Brands/Bars, apples, or toasted bread/bagels with cream cheese, peanut butter, or jelly for breakfast, since I've noticed that some of these food combinations have helped me stay on a regular pooping schedule. I also drink coffee on occasion as well.


ROBERT

Warehouse renovation

I work at a company in a warehouse there is me and about 7 other people who run it. Well our company finally decided to do some upgrades which is very nice. Our manger brought us in and told us about everything that was going on, redoing floors offices and the bathrooms. He brung it to our attention that they were gonna start on the restrooms and we were going to have to share a bathroom while this was going on which is no big d3al there is only 13 of us 7 men 6 wemon .they were gonna start with the men's room fist. I asked if there were gonna urg4ade it to 2 stalls I said we have 3 urnials and one toilet and that causes some problems he said we were getting 2 toilets in the new bathroom, thank God cause after lunch all the men have to shit really bad at the same time.
Welll on the second day of the new work I was starting to need the toilet I held off as long as I can I never went into the the ladies bathroom. I made my way over there cause I was about to explode. I saw Jessica leaving the restroom I ask her if anybody was in there she replied amy is in one of the 3 stalls.i waited outside a few min and I was getting more desperate I opened the door and asked amy sorry but i am desperate I need to sit in a toilet can I come in she replied yes ( we all k ew each other pretty well) I went in a stall and said sorry I am about to shit myself she said go ahead no big deal she didn't say but I guessed she was pooping to. I went to the stall farth3st from her got seated and exploded. She laughed omg I said sorry I had to go Ishe wiped and left I finished up few min later and left. It ha been very interesting the past few days. I did here one of the office ladies kate having diarrhea all I can say is we are all really close now


Note to Iris:

I'm glad to hear you're over some of your public peeing frustrations. Has the toilet paper in the bowl and farther away location of the toilet used helped you gain more confidence?

Chances are the toilets at the upcoming 5-day concert are not going to be optimal. There will probably be dozens and dozens of them wheeled on trucks and the notorious number of patrons waiting in line for the next portable potty to be vacated. Take your time and remember to latch and then check the latch on the door before you seat yourself. The seat will likely be quite warm and sticky. Take your time and do a complete pee. Don't let your nervousness get the best of you. Sit an extra few seconds after you are done just to make sure. I've found that the music from the stage drowns out any curses from those kicking up sand and waiting.

Don't be afraid if you have to make a couple of sits to completely get your crap out. All the heat and noise may distract you. It might be worth the extra walk to a lesser used cluster of toilets where you will be less stressed. At a 3-day concert last year I lucked out in finding the hospitality trailer for press members and other workers. The toilets were cleaner and their were state troopers in there having their break.

Let us know how things went for you!


Thunder

Iris & Music Festivals

I have been to a number of music festivals and have done "both"
We all pee and we all shit....in fact I enjoy pooping at music festivals!
I suggest you drink a lot of water and take laxatives at the beginning...that way you will have no choice but to park your butt on the toilet. Once you have had to go, without any alternative you will then wonder about why the fuss in the first place.
If it is any consolation I use to feel just like you but that was along time ago.
Good luck
Thunder


Anna from Austria

almost pooped myself

I already had few desperation situation in my life but this time it was the closest call ever so to speak. I had reached to toilet a few seconds later then I did the whole load would have gone into my panties.

I was doing some paperwork in my office when I felt some preasure in my backdoor. I wanted to use the restroom right away when one of my supervisors entered my office.

We talked for about 5 minutes and during or talk the preasure got stronger. After he left I decided to go the Ladies room asap.

The ladies room I normally use was locked. So I Had to use the ladies room at another floor. While changing the floors the urge got stronger and stronger.

Luckily the toilet on the other floor was not closed and all stalls where empty.

I just took the first stall, locked the door pulled down my panties and pants. When I was about to sit down, my anus just openend and a big turd splashed into the toilet.

I was really lucky that it hit the toilet bowl and not the toilet seat. My turds come out really fast under normal circumstances as well but this time it was even faster. It was like my turd was propelled by some type of rocket.

I sat down on the toilet then did a pee, some farts and another smaller log. After that i felt empty and did the paper work for cleaning.

My turds were rather soft as always so I needed lots of paper.

It would have been a super mess if the first mega turd would have gone into my panties.

That was my story for today. Hope you liked it.

How abot my fellow ladies here? Did you ever experience something similar?

Greetings from Austria

Anna


Monday, August 26, 2024


Norm

House Party

I stayed with a friend of mine and his wife a few years ago. They had a house party one night and one of his wife's friends, a lovely blonde girl, and I were chatting a lot and got friendly. A few stayed over at the house that night including her.

The next morning we were chatting and I could hear her guts rumbling and she looked a bit restless so it definitely sounded like she needed a poo. She said she was going to the toilet which was next door and went.
I could hear her going in and there was some noise so it sounded like she had dumped out a big load. She was in there for several minutes and flushed.

I really needed a pee by then and didn't want someone else to get ahead of me so I just went and waited outside the loo then. She was another minute or two and flushed again before she emerged, so it took two flushes to get her poo away. The bathroom had an inside door around the toilet within the rest of the bathroom. We were chatting again while she was washing her hands and then she walked past and turned around and gave me a lovely big smile over her shoulder while her ass in her blue pants was pointed at me which was very cute!

In the toilet, there was no major smell but there were a few little streaks of her poo still on the back of the bowl under the water.
She looked great even after the late night and relieved after her morning dump which I bet helped her feel better.


Victoria

Thirst Trap

Hey everybody!

I'm home alone for the weekend and in the place where you'd expect to find me: the bathroom. The fireworks are mostly over but it feels like there's another piece inside me so I'm going to stay awhile.

Robyn is away visting some old school friends this weekend and they must have visited an antique store because earlier today she sent me a picture of three antique toilets sitting next to each other in all their glory, a celadon one missing a seat on the left, lavender loo in the middle and then a pale goldenrod potty on the right, both of the latter two with their original matching toilet seats. Excuse me for just a second; here it comes *PLUNK* now.

Alright! Done sighing but still savoring the warm feeling in my pinch hole. Anyway, on the shelf above these vintage stools were matching sinks for all three! It was a mirage come true and below the photo she sent me a text that read "Just for you, sweet cheeks."

In American slang there is an expression for when someone sends you a photo of themselves or something else that you find sexy and this was the perfect time to use it. I replied THIRST TRAP as a joke and she got it right away. "Time to post about it you-know-where," Robyn replied.

Happy wife, happy life so here I am! For now though I'm done going and have some washing and wiping business to take care of so that's all for today.

Lots of hugs and kisses from both of us!

Love,

Victoria


STEPHEN.P


Phone alarm woke me this morning had a wee in the THETFORD ELEGANCE pottie then went downstairs made tea then needed to wee so went into garage and used the THETFORD 66.I returned to the kitchen picked up the two mugs of tea and went into lounge , when I had finished the tea I needed to have a NUMBER TOO ,it was heavy rain outside as I was unable to wait I sat on the THETFORD 66 in the garage had a wee then emptied my bowels .
I sat and relaxed for ten minutes as this pottie is very comfortable designed for the person who needs to sit for twenty minutes and drop big logs.I wiped with the toilet tissue I took from the train last week.
The rain has now gone off so I will now empty and clean the potties


Annie

Someone unclogged the toilet (another tenant)

I clogged the toilet accidentally before lunch and told my caregiver. She said there's nothing she can do about it. Another tenant here (remember that I live in my longtime friend's house with 2-3 other guys. No other women tenants). We each rent a room and most of them cook for themselves and do their own laundry. My longtime friend cooks my meals and does my laundry which I'm very thankful for) unclogged the toilet I think with his bare hands (my caregiver refuses to buy and keep a plunger). I felt bad for him and guilty. My caregiver asked if I threw one of my pads in the toilet and I said no. I explained that I know that those go in the garbage. Toilet is back to normal luckily, I had a healthy lunch, am drinking warmish-hot water so hopefully later I can do a much softer poop later. I hope everyone is staying safe, healthy and happy.

Happy peeing and pooping (hopefully)

Annie


Taylor

Reply to Denise

Hi Denise!

I am able to cut off an accident early, depending on what it is. If I need to pee I am able to stop the flow when I just can't hold it any longer and wet myself a little. How much comes out varies but I can usually stop within a second or two. The biggest problem I have is the little leak isn't enough to ease the pressure and keep me going for a while longer, I still really need to pee and will leak again in due course.

With poop accidents it's a completely different story. Once it wants to come out I am powerless to stop it. Time stands still as the whole lot forces itself into the back of my underwear. Like you, it's always a shower job after that. It balls up in my underwear and it's always soft enough to make a mess. At best I might be able to tip the mess into the bowl afterwards and get away with putting my underwear in the wash, but it's hit and miss.


Iris

Music festival toilet advice

Hi everyone, Iris here.

I don't know if anyone remembers me but I have posted in the past about my issues with extreme shyness with going to the toilet around others. Until recently I found it almost impossible to pee in public toilets nevermind do anything else!

I am going to a 5 day music festival next week and I am terrified about the toilet situation. Particularly about taking a crap. There is no chance of me holding it for 5 days and I know I am going to have difficulties even peeing while there.

Does anyone have any advice for going to the toilet? Both peeing AND crapping advice would be extremely appreciated and urgently needed!

Thank you

Iris <3


Willa

Responses

Hey all!
Don't have a ton of time right now but wanted to share a couple responses!
To Robyn and Victoria, I'm so excited that you mentioned me and wifey and were inspired by us! I really hope you enjoy your pooping adventures together in whatever way you choose. Can't wait to read your stories!
To Jessica…that sounds like an absolutely amazing experience, emptying yourself out in the woods while on your run! As an avid runner myself this is a relatively common occurrence! I generally tried to be discreet, but I have definitely been seen by other runners and walkers (and have seen many others doing the same as well). No one has ever really batted an eye…better to just find a spot and do one's business as opposed to pooping your pants! It really is a thrill to go outside!
Anyways, don't have a lot of time right now, but happy pooping to all of you!!


Sarah

Bathroom Rituals

Hey Victoria and Robyn! So good to see you both back, love your stories as always.

Anyone have any little rituals when going to the bathroom? For me, when I'm having a really bad day of self loathing thoughts, going poop lets me kind of get rid of them. I like to imagine im disposing of the negativity with the rest of my body's useless garbage, pushing it out of me even when it tries to leave a mess behind. then i flush it away, and watch it get sucked down into the pipes, imagining that energy being dissolved where it cant bother me and stink up my life any more. maybe its just a quirk of my enjoying the process of pooping in general, but its a helpful habit for me! do any of you guys have something similar?


Catherine

Been a While, Recovering from COVID

Hi Toiletstool!

I am so sorry that it has been a while since posting last. We have gotten everyone off to school but I am recovering from COVID.

My respiratory symptoms were not that bad but I have had diarrhea for days. But it's different than a stomach bug because I still have an appetite and I have been eating normally. So I've kind of enjoyed it. During the past week I've gone as many as twelve times in one day. I'm feeling much better today and had one really massive solid bowel movement this morning.

I was a little naughty Sunday morning though. I held a diarrhea for about an hour trying to see if I could really build it up for Alan. It was rough to do so. However I was able to do so and took Alan to the toilet with me and let him watch me explode on the toilet. He filmed the whole thing and sent it to me, and I've watched it over and over! Wow! It was A LOT!

If this is how COVID is going to affect me, then bring it on!

I hope that everyone is well. Love to all!

Catherine!


Willa

To Chakamami!

Sorry that I almost missed your response!! I'm really glad you enjoyed hearing about wifey and I's activities, and very happy that all of you get to enjoy pooping together as well!! From your posts I understand that these things are a little different for you all but it sounds like you all enjoy it very much! I would totally love to poop in this setting someday! Keep on sharing all of your fun stories!


Catherine

Responses

To Denise: I've never shared details about cleaning up after an accident because, as you suggested, it is messy. When I've cleaned up I've lowered my panties carefully and dumped the mass in the toilet and then I've disposed of them. I'll clean with wipes as best I can and then I shower. If I were you, if it should ever happen again, I would finish the entire accident in my pants and go from there. If others haven't had stains in their underwear, it's probably because the stool was solid and dry. Or, the more fiber you eat, even if it is soft, it is not as sticky.

Robyn and Victoria: It is so good to hear from you again! Victoria, I hope that you are feeling better! I don't think I had as difficult a time with COVID as you, but it was messy and I am just now getting my energy back. I can't wait to hear about your experiment together!

Jenny: I hope you are well!

Madelyn and Marianna: Welcome! I can't wait to hear more from you!

Love to all!

Catherine!


Nytecat

Unscientific survey

Skidmarked in Seattle posted this on or around page 2954. I don't believe I've done this one. I will complete it now.

1)What is your (born )sex. Male.

2)what kind of underwear to you wear? For the vast majority of my underwear collection, it's almost a three way tie between men's briefs, men's panties, and women's panties. I also have some boxers, boxer briefs, and two female thongs. What can I say, I like variety!

3)How often do you wear light colored or white underwear? A little less than half of my collection are light colored.

3)Do you Wipe Standing or sitting? Standing. I've tried to do it sitting and it's just too cumbersome.

4)How many days a week do you notice you get skidmarks in your underwear? In most weeks, zero. But if you asked me how often in a typical month, I'd say one to three. However there are occasional stretches where I do much worse.


Annie

Finally had a big poop

I've been constipated lately over the last few days (that's normal for me, since I was a baby). I got up this morning, went pee, brushed my teeth and went upstairs for breakfast (egg sandwich and a banana afterwards. I took my 9 AM medications afterwards). Not long ago I also finished lunch (fried rice with a chicken drumsticks, cauliflower, mixed vegetables, onions on top of rice). I microwaved lunch first (she usually leaves already cooked food on the table either cold or covered up if it's hot), ate slowly and after lunch grabbed a tea bag (lunch time is the only time she wants me to have caffeine since I'm on a lot of medications for seizures, blood pressure, laxatives, stool softeners, etc), grabbed my water jar and Walmart bag and went downstairs.

I started to get the urge to poop so I drank most of my water jar quickly (to soften everything up), grabbed my Walmart bag, took my bedroom flip flops off, opened the door, stepped outside my room, put the flip flops outside my room on, closed the door, turned off the light and walked to the washroom. Turned on the light, closed the door, walked to the toilet, put the Walmart bag on the floor, pulled my black sweatpants and black underwear down and sat on the toilet. Peed first which was a lot then pushed out a big poop that was thick, long and solid. It didn't hurt, it just took some effort and was slow and thick. Finally the last of it dropped out of my butt and into the toilet. I pushed again to see if anything else was in there. Nope. Took some toilet paper out of my Walmart bag, pushed up my sleeves, wiped my vagina and stood up to wipe my butt. I wiped really well since it was thick and messy. Once I was done I tossed the toilet paper into the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear up and turned to look in the toilet.

Wow. It was fairly long and thick, medium to dark brown and took up most of the toilet. I'm not sure how many feet long it was. Flushed the toilet and it went down. Flushed again after to be sure. Yup. Went to the sink, put some liquid soap on my hands, turned on the tap with my forearm (you have to pull the tap up to turn it on and push it down to turn it off) and washed my hands. Turned off the tap, picked up the Walmart bag, opened the door, turned off the tap, went to my room, dried my hands on the towel in here, filled and microwaved my water jar and now writing this. Hopefully and maybe later I can poop again later. I hope everyone is staying safe, happy and healthy and is having a good week/weekend so far(it's Saturday in Canada).

Happy pooping!

Annie


James

Replies to Andy and Denise

Andy - I've really enjoyed reading your recent stories, and they remind me of accidents I had and witnessed as a kid. I wrote myself about an incident in which I got caught out by unexpected diarrhoea whilst walking to primary school when I was about seven, on page 2941. I also had a younger brother who often refused to go to the toilet and tried to hold his poo in as long as possible, but I don't think my parents ever gave him laxatives. I like your spelling of 'pooh' - it used to be widespread in the UK when I was in primary school, but it seems to have gone out of fashion now - it takes me back to being that age again.

I also had an experience with swimming shorts with a built-in lining similar to underpants, but I was quite a bit older than you were. It happened on a family holiday when I was thirteen. Most of our holidays were in self-catering places, but this time my parents had elected for a hotel that fronted onto a quiet beach, with me and my brother sharing a room that was linked to my parents' room. I spent most of my time reading in the sun on a beach towel, listening to my discman. One morning, I had a fairly bad stomach ache and was wondering if I was coming down with traveler's diarrhoea. Usually, I'd worry about that kind of thing and it would turn out to be gas, or something like a pulled muscle, but this time I was right. I had a sudden, overwhelming urge to poo, and before I could even untangle myself from my headphones, some loose mush shot out into the inner lining of my shorts (luckily it was a thin fabric rather than netting). I managed to stop it before too much came out, but I knew I had to get back to my and my brother's hotel room ASAP as I didn't trust the lining to stop the poo from leaking for long.

I rushed into the lobby and got into the empty lift, my stomach cramping up all the way, and another rush of poo came out half-way up. Again, I just about managed to get control, but the tops of my legs were beginning to feel slimy. The urge to go was unbearably strong, but I just about managed to hold on as the lift doors opened, and I did a sort of half-waddle-half-run to my door. I got as far as the bathroom but then I couldn't unknot the drawstring whilst still holding on, and loose, yellow, wet-porridge-like poo flooded out of my bum. As I'd predicted, the shorts were no match to it and most of it immediately ran down my bare legs and onto the tiles. I then had to try and clear up the mess I'd made of the hotel bathroom (which wasn't as bad as it could've been, as the tiles were easy to wipe), and I tried to wash my swimming shorts in the shower. Both the inner and outer lining were thickly coated with poo. I couldn't get the yellow-brown stains off, so in the end I put them in a shopping bag and hid them at the bottom of my suitcase, hoping I could deal with them when I got home - unfortunately, by that time they'd gone moldy, so I ended up throwing them away. I didn't stray far from the hotel room for the rest of the day, but my bowels were mostly back to normal by the next day, and it didn't spoil the holiday. My brother was in the hotel pool the whole time, and had no idea what had happened, but he got the same bug a couple of days later (without any accidents).

Denise - I wrote about my own clean-up routines (and how my parents cleaned me when I was too young to do it myself) on page 2951 - in short, for me it's always been about being prepared before going into the bathroom, and I continue to have an emergency pair of underpants and a couple of strong plastic bags hidden somewhere in my work bag or rucksack to this day. I would usually wash my trousers and either wash, hide or bin my pants depending on what state they were in, with the pairs that were too dirty to put in the washing basket (streaks or heavy skidmarks) but not too messy to hide being the ones I would wear in situations where I was worried there was a high chance of an accident.

You asked about stopping accidents early. For me, this was something that I could sometimes manage, at least for a while - the diarrhoea accident above is an example. When I was a young kid (up to around age eight), I couldn't hold on for very long, and I wasn't very good at stopping a poo that was already coming out, so I often had moderate-size full accidents that would then give me some relief until I next needed to poo - which was unfortunately often before I'd got myself to a toilet. As I got older, I became better at holding on for a while, but this meant that the amount of poo I was holding back was larger. If I was sure that no-one was going to discover what I'd done before I could clean up, I'd often have the same attitude as you - that there's no point feeling really uncomfortable holding in a poo when your underwear has already been written off - and I'd give up on trying to hold it back once the accident was happening. This was often what happened if I pooed myself out of sheer desperation whilst walking home from school, or due to distraction when playing video games at home (which wasn't common, but nothing like as rare as it should've been). However, if it felt like the poo was going to start leaking out of my pants into my trousers, I'd still try to stop it, and I'd then try to hold the rest back until I could get to a loo. This sometimes worked, and sometimes didn't. Sitting on the toilet with a messy bum might leave poo on both edges of the seat, and I would sometimes put a load of toilet paper on the floor and then poo onto that instead, if the floor was non-absorbent. This was less messy than it sounds and much easier to clean up after. When I was in my early twenties and going to music festivals, I came up with a modified version of that to deal with the horrors of festival toilets - I'd arrange several large paper tissues in my hand, poo into that and then drop it down the loo, before wiping my bum and washing my hands very carefully. This came out of my lifelong fear of pooing sat on public toilets.

For accidents that happened in a situation where I might be found out, especially in the classroom during my last few years at primary school, I'd always do my best to get control of it to reduce the smell and chance of leaking. Sometimes, the first part of the poo would be a small, firm lump, which would hold back a much larger amount of mush, and if that lump was the only poo that escaped then I really could just tip it out and be left with nothing but a few skidmarks. The problem was that it was more likely that the small lump, which I called a 'cork-poo', would be followed by a much larger pile of soft, mushy poo that would trash my underwear - but if I could delay that until I was walking home and away from anyone else, then it wouldn't bother me as much.

Lastly, a question for everyone - from around age ten (I forget exactly when I started this), if I was walking home from school on my own and didn't need a poo at all, I'd sometimes push as if I was sat on the toilet, hoping that there would be a small nugget of poo that might start to come out. If it did, I'd immediately force it back in again, and then dare myself to see how far I could let it out whilst still being able to get it to stop. Occasionally, the lump would come all the way out and land in my pants, after which I'd shake it out and down my trouser leg, and kick it into the grass along the path (Denise - this often didn't even leave a skidmark!). I've written in the past about a couple of times when this game went wrong and led to a larger accident, but it was more often a way of self-soothing and feeling more in control of my poo, given how bad I often felt about my frequent accidents. Did anyone else have a habit like this? I think I grew out of it somewhere in my mid-teens.


Princess Toadstool Peach

Making a Long Wee + Big Poo commando style wearing Shorts

Hello everyone I am Princess Toadstool Peach and today I went for the 100% perfect BM I took all year. This morning after my exercise in my tank top and shorts going commando style for this day I had the feeling I needed to make a big poo now usually I don't have one after I get in shape I have one when I wake up, have a shower or even go to bed. But nevertheless when I gotta go, I gotta go! I zipped into the girl's locker restroom, entered one of the stalls, locked it then I looked at the toilet, it was one of those ugly black seated ones with no lid and just a handle next to it to flush after when I am done I bet Rosalina told me about them once. So I walked over to it as I heard another flush in the background probably by Daisy or Pauline, pulled my shorts down to my knees, gave my bottom a little wiggle and then I sat down, putting both hands on my lap since I didn't have a newspaper to read while I wait, I pushed and a lot of big thick 5 inch poo brownloads came falling out of my bottom poo hole all at once. I never knew my BMs dump waste was so large this time of year. Woo! As I pinched more of my loaf, my shorts fell off in response I began to wee tinkling loudly into the ugly black seated public toilet "TSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSssssssssshhhhhh!!!" Well that was good now I believe it is time to wipe. I wiped my vagina bladder 1st then my bottom. It took at least 5 squares for each of them. Then once I was all done I….(Princess Rosalina: Please Peach don't commentate while you use the bathroom. It's not that important!) Don't worry about what I'm doing Rosalina my BFF you just worry about yours. Sorry about my BFF she doesn't like it when I make these silly public toilet blogs I make about my royal BMs or wees. But between you and me I think she does the same. So I get up, pull my shorts up, and using my royal lady feet I press the handle to flush the toilet. "FLUUUSSSSSSSSSssssshhhhh!!!" Man that was quite loud. (Princess Rosalina: That's what she said. Aren't you going to come out of there? Or can someone else have a turn?) Sorry Rosalina. Anyway I better go before she notices…(Princess Rosalina: Woowee Peaches what have you been eating lately? It's burning my eyes even the hair bang that is covering my left eye.) Whoops! I better go now before Rosalina starts getting my goat about my most big but royal of business….just as soon as I get out of the stall and wash my hands of course Bye bye now!


One time I pooped my pants in kindergarten. We were at that point where we were allowed to use the toilet if we needed to because it was right off the main room and we didn't have to leave, so the teachers would see us if we went in there.

One day I was sitting playing with a toy, and I knew I had to poop because I kept silently farting every few minutes. The pressure kept getting worse and worse, but we weren't allowed to bring toys into the bathroom and I didn't want to give the toy up, so I just kept playing. I remember shifting around so that i could sit with my heel wedged against my bum to try and hold it in, but eventually I felt my anus open uncontrollably and a hard piece of poop inched out. I could feel it up against my shoe through my pants. I knew that if I moved, more would come out, so I just went very still and tried to shut my butt around the turd, which did work, as the poop got softer after the first hard bit, but I felt more slither out when I pinched it off.

I decided to go to the toilet then, but had to make the awkward stiff walk to the bathroom with the piece of poop in my underwear. When I finally got into one of the stalls (there were 3 stalls but no doors on them), I pulled my pants down and there was a piece of brown poop with one hard lumpy end and the other was softer but pointy. I got some toilet paper and took the log out of my underwear and threw it into the toilet and flushed it. Then I had to go more, so I sat down and immediately the rest of my poop started to come out. At first it was just the other half of log in my pants, but then it suddenly sped up and turned into very soft mush that blasted out of me. One of the teachers must have heard it because she came in and saw the stain on my underwear and asked me if I pooped my pants. I said no, which was an obvious lie. The teacher went to get my change of clothes that every kid was required to bring, but when she came she had a pull-up instead of underwear. She said there was no underwear in the bag, so I had to wear the pull-up.

She had me sit there a few more minutes even though I said I didn't have to go anymore, then I wiped and she checked my bottom before I put the pull-up on under my pants, wash up, then go back to the main room. I thought that was the end of my pants pooping adventure, but I was wrong.

During nap time, I fell asleep, and when I woke up, I was pooping in the pull-up. This time it was not a hard turd,but more of the soft, sloppy mush that I'd done in the toilet. I felt it oozing out in pulses and spreading out over my butt and under my privates. I quickly got up and ran into the bathroom, but it was still coming out as I took my pants down. I remember I yanked the pull-up down to try and sit on the toilet (in hindsight that was a dumb idea, I should have just left it on and finished), and of course a lot of the poop came out and got on the floor and my pants and legs and the toilet seat when I sat down. I remember the poop was much lighter in color than before and it was the consistency of hummus or thin peanut butter. Not runny diarrhea, but still formless and very soft and mushy.

I continued to push a massive amount of this pasty poop into the toilet as the teacher came in and got upset about the mess I'd made. Eventually I finished, but it took many wet wipes to clean me up, and then she put me in yet another pull-up, then called my mom to pick me up early because they said I had diarrhea, even though I don't really think it was. Although I remember on the ride home, I got the urge to go yet again and I really had no control over it, and my anus just opened up and a rush of hot, pasty poop squirted out between my legs. My mom had to clean me up again when we got home, but I was fine after that.


Nytecat

Re: Stopping accidents after they start.

Denise raises a few good questions in her latest post. Can anyone stop themselves in the middle of a pee or poop accident? My childhood accidents, although there were many, were too far in the past to remember much about what I did. Most of the time I think since I already had a load in briefs I decided to just finish the job in them. There may have been exceptions but I don't know.

As a grown up, I've had three true accidents where I involuntarily ended up with poop in my pants. Two were basically small, quick shots that were over and done with. There was nothing to stop. My one really big accident was a little different. It was a huge two part load that came almost together if that makes sense. I tried to stop the second part. But my sphincter was too tired from resisting the first one to stop it. This is one story I haven't posted in detail yet. In general, it's like dozens of other encounters described on these pages where alarm bells suddenly go off in the brain and the massive load comes out whether we want it to or not.

Most of the times I've filled my pants as a teen or grown up it was because I let it happen for whatever reason. And in those situations, I was generally in control and could stop it whenever I wanted to. The one exception was if I was in the midst of a single continuous movement. Trying to stop that caused some significant discomfort. Also cutting a turd in half would lead to a difficult clean up job.

One more difference is that for the voluntary ones I never wet myself but for the involuntary ones I did. Luckily I didn't have a full bladder on those occasions but I did manage to get a fairly well soaked crotch in the front to accompany the poo in the back. One of those instances happened when I was already peeing at a urinal and I thought I only had to fart. So that was kind of moot.

Speaking of clean up, it generally depended on the size of the final load. If it was just a small single log or two, it could easily be dumped in the toilet with little or no staining on the underwear. But the bigger it was, the likelier it was to be a time consuming job that required a ton of wiping or a shower to get clean. The undies would be a big mess too and in the worst instances they would have to be trashed.


Kenna

Response to thunder

Hey Thunder, sorry for the late response! I'm glad your therapist can help you go! I do agree it is safer, I think that's why Josh waits for me to help him most times so he isn't straining so hard on his own trying to go for a long time. Hope your poops are easier lately!!


Saturday, August 24, 2024


Tricky

A Day of using the Awkward Restroom at the Beach

It was fall of 2008. I was at a hotel with some 20-something coworkers roughly my age, one man from Mexico, a white woman from Europe, and a brown woman from India(both ladies were somewhat attractive). I had been subsisting on restaurant food because I was away from home, and my bowels had been less active than normal, meaning that poop had been building up. We had just eaten breakfast at the European coworker's hotel room, which she prepared for us before we went to the beach. Partially out of the awkwardness of possibly stinking up the bathroom in her hotel room with everyone waiting on me and hearing my noises through the paper thin walls(happened before at this point around the same 3 coworkers, in a different hotel room, and a story for another day), and partially because we were in a rush to beat the morning traffic on the beach we were planning to visit, I delayed my morning dump when it finally was ready after that breakfast. As is more often the case than not, this would prove to be a terrible idea.

We got to the beach. My coworkers and I took turns using the inside of the car to undress and put our swim gear on with some degree of privacy. I was now shirtless. My female coworkers were weirded out a bit that I still looked like a kid underneath. I lacked body hair and had a lanky, adolescent body, and could have passed as a 14 year old. The European wanted a picture with me so I obliged her. It was at this time that I felt my bowels send their signal again. I still hadn't had my morning dump yet, and now it felt like it really needed to come out, because I probably didn't go the previous day. I also had to pee because I'd already gone through nearly a half of a gallon of water that morning.

Me and the male coworker both headed to the mens' restroom. It was an awkward arrangement. Visible from outside the mens' room through the doorless entrance was the sink and three stainless steel urinals closely spaced with no partition between them. A wall by the urinals attempted to hide two seatless steel sit-down toilets, but those were still fully visible when I walked up to the building's entrance. The sit-down toilets were right next to each other with no partition between them, and no doors on the front, exposing the poopers to everyone walking into the mens' room. And seated on the right-side toilet, there was a fat, elderly, exceptionally hairy Mexican man, with his pants at his upper legs, loudly splattering out diarrhea.

I decided it was too awkward to poop here. I could hold it, and I did. But I had to pee badly. I was barely containing it. The two outer urinals were both in use by two early 20-something white men and I walked to the middle urinal as my co-worker waited behind me, perhaps finding the prospect of peeing into the remaining open toilet right next to someone voiding their bowels without any privacy to be a bit too awkward. Immediately, both urinal users hastily zipped up and left as soon as I took the middle urinal and whipped it out to pee. Perhaps it was rude of me to breach urinal etiquette, but I was desperate. I started gushing out a clear stream of pee, loudly splattering the steel. My swim shorts wouldn't conceal anything to anyone who used a urinal next to me, and I think the awkwardness of the situation scared my coworker from joining me, since he left while I peed. After he left, while still peeing, I ripped out a fart to ease some pressure on my bowels while I felt the need to poop building up. I was determined not to poop here, since at the time I was still not comfortable with this sort of toilet arrangement, even if I had used similar sorts of facilities in the past during emergencies. Plus I didn't want to take a seat on the toilet, only for a male coworker who I'd see again every day at work, to walk in and see me sitting there with my butt exposed, pooping, with nothing left to the imagination.

I flushed and washed my hands while the Mexican man was wiping up. When I exited, my coworker then went in to take his pee, without the awkwardness of having to use a urinal right next to me. Him and the fat Mexican man who was sitting on the toilet both left at the same time.

A few hours later, we ate the lunches we packed at a picnic table near the restroom building. The sink and the urinals in the mens' room were visible through the doorless entrance from where we all were seated at the table, but the sit-down toilets weren't in view from the outside. I had to pee again, excused myself, and went into the restroom, intending to stand at one of the sit-down toilets to get some privacy to do so.

I walked in, but there was a boy of about 7 years old sitting on one of the toilets with his swim trunks down. So I used the far-right urinal instead to give the kid some privacy, resigned to the fact that if my two female coworkers looked toward the building, they could watch me pee. Not the end of the world, but it was embarrassing.

We continued swimming in the ocean, and about an hour later, my post-lunch dump came knocking. I skipped my morning post-breakfast dump already due to the awkwardly designed facilities, so it came knocking fast and hard. It was now a borderline emergency, but I resolved to hold it, just as I'd done during 7th-10th grade hundreds of times before to avoid using the doorless stalls at school.

An hour passed. We were ready to leave and I just needed to change back into my clothes, confident I could make it back to the office. Before I got into the car to put my clothes back on, the female coworker from Europe noticed I was sunburned. She asked me if I was okay. As I was about to begin re-dressing myself in the car, the poop came knocking on my back door much harder. I was now dealing with a full-on bowel emergency, and knew I would not make the 30 mile drive back to the office we met at. I had maybe 5 minutes at best, and there was nothing else around in that short of a distance. I wasn't going to be able to contort myself as needed to successfully put my clothes back on because the impacted and compressed fecal matter now had my colon and rectum both at capacity, and was causing too much pain as it threatened to come out, pressure building. I did not want to risk making an embarrassing mess in the car while trying to put my pants, underwear, shoes, and shirt back on. I realized then that I really needed the restroom and should have just gone earlier.

So I exited the car without getting my clothes back on and mentioned that I needed to use the restroom first. Just my bad luck, my male coworker who had already redressed himself, said he needed to use the restroom again before we left. I could sense the European lady becoming more agitated, wanting us to hurry up.

We both walked in. He went to the right side urinal, and I waited by the sink. I didn't want to poop in view of him. I'd probably used a stall at our workplace with him seeing me enter or exit the stall 5+ times by this point, and he's definitely heard me farting and plopping away in a stall or hotel room before. But the idea of him actually seeing me on the toilet was a bit too awkward for me as I stood there, shirtless, clenching my sphincter shut with all of my willpower, and overwhelmed with embarrassment at what I desperately needed to do. I stood in a perfectly straight posture so as to avoid bending my poop-filled insides and inadvertently pushing it out.

Since I was not alone in that room and at the time still wasn't comfortable with pooping in full view of an audience, my bowels would have locked up as soon as I sat anyway. I'd not have been able to get anything out with him there, and I didn't want to sit there, basically naked, without anything coming out. So I waited for him to finish and leave.

My coworker finished urinating, walked over, and started washing his hands. He noticd I was waiting without having done anything.

Him: "I thought you needed to go."

Me: "I do. But I'm going to need the room to be empty first."

Him: "Ha! Do you need to take a shit or something?"

Me: "Yeah. I wish this place were more private."

Him: "Dude. We can stop at a gas station on the way back."

Me: "It's an emergency."

Him: "Oh. Then why are you standing there? Go ahead and go already."

Through the entrance, I could see my female coworkers eyeing us from the picnic table from where I stood. They definitely watched my coworker pee, and probably watched me do the same hours earlier. He left. The room was now empty.

I walked passed the wall to the toilets. I sat on the toilet nearest the urinals in a futile effort to shield myself from anyone who may walk in, swim shorts at my upper legs but unable to even cover my private area.

This was among the most uncomfortable poops I'd taken up to this point in my life, simply because of the fear that someone would walk in on me and see me like this, as has happened before at other times and places, except this time my entire body was basically exposed. Pooping in public never fails to be awkward, and this was a sort of nightmare scenario for me.

It started exploding out...

*pluft-BRA-A-A-A-P-blort-pft-BRU-RU-RU-RU-RU-plapt-plop-BLOOSH*

It was soft, but thick. Heavy, but loose. Wet, but solid. And it kept coming with seemingly no end in sight. I eventually had to push, because it got harder and thicker. I kept pushing trying to rush it all out so I could wipe, get up, and leave, before someone else came in.

I've been seated on the toilet for about 2 minutes, slurry of poop slowly churning out of my rear, when in walked a middle-aged gentleman dressed for a golf game and wearing sunglasses.

I tried to stop the poop from continuing to loudly drop out of my ass, as I sat on the toilet now sick with embarrassment, basically naked(the swim trunks weren't able to cover much), with a stranger able to see me on the toilet like this mid-dump.

He briefly looked at me seated upon the open toilet with a bit of astonishment and reserved disgust, and we briefly looked at each other for maybe a second or two. The man sensing my embarrassment soon looked away and went directly to a urinal and started peeing. The wall was big enough to keep us from seeing each other for now.

I could feel a lot more still in me, but the embarrassment from being seen on the toilet locked my bowels up, and nothing was budging anymore. The man had been peeing at the urinal for perhaps 30 seconds at this point and wasn't yet finished as I could hear the stream splashing the back of the urinal.

I ended up pushing, then straining, trying to get finished as fast as I could to also minimize my time sitting here. I was still on the toilet pooping, and was keenly aware that at anytime more people could walk in and see me on the shitter, wearing nothing but swim shorts.

The man finished at the urinal, washed his hands at the sink, and didn't leave for whatever reason. He was without comment, as I sat on the open toilet trying to get the rest out. Mercifully, neither of us could see each other anymore due to the wall, and no on else came inside.

Another 5 minutes passed. My fear was that my male coworker would come back in to check on me, as I'd been in there a long while already. However, the lack of a visibly present audience and enough time, eventually allowed my bowels to relax, although I was consciously aware that man hadn't yet left. It came roaring out...

*plee-pt-pt-pt-pt-pt-pt-plutterpup-pisssssssh* *FWORT* *plop-plop-plunk-ploop-plut-plop*

*ploonk* *plop* *bloop* *plunk* *ROR-R-R-R-R-T* *plop*

It stopped. I still didn't feel empty. Another minute passed, and, my sphincter eased up all of the way and the rest of it all came crackling out in a hurry.

*PLSHFTSHMPHFTTTT*

*BLOOSH*

I let out a final long squeaky fart that echoed about the room,

*FWEEEEEEAR-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-T*

...and felt emptied. It was time to wipe. I remember this being a messy job that took a lot of passes.

I pulled my swim shorts back up, and saw what I left. There was a massive light-yellow-brown slurry filling the toilet bowl, looking like coffee ice cream dispensed from a soft serve machine. I flushed. It didn't go down. I flushed again hesitantly, worried it would clog, but it broke up into a bunch of small pieces, some of which went down, some of which got stuck to the bowl. The third flush finally got rid of it, leaving a thick trail of light-yellow-brown smears all over the stainless steel bowl. I headed to the sink, glad that I avoided clogging a public toilet(I had unwillingly clogged public toilets many times in my life before that point, and since, and when I flush, it's always a "moment of truth" so to speak).

The middle-aged man was still there at the sink, putting on some contact lenses in front of the mirror.

He saw me waiting and hurried up putting them in. After about 10 seconds, he moved out of the way so that I could wash my hands, saying "All yours boss."

I was extremely embarrassed. There was zero mystery as to what I just did in front of him. He saw me as I sat on the toilet, and heard me pooping this entire time. I tried to avoid making eye contact. I finished washing my hands, and as I was getting some paper towels to dry my hands with, he made another comment:

Him: "You should get some aloe vera for that sunburn."

Me: "I'll be alright."

Him: "That looks like it hurts!"

While I was done pooping, the small talk just made things worse. He clearly had no clue that I was an early 20-something, as he was talking to me like I was a little kid. I wanted this guy to pretend I didn't exist. My dignity was temporarily gone at this point. I felt extremely embarrassed that this stranger saw me on the toilet, defecating, even if this was far from the first time someone saw me on the shitter. The fact that I was basically naked while I relieved myself, made this particular public toilet visit what it was.

I walked out and headed back to the car, roughly 8 minutes after I first sat on the toilet. My coworkers were at the picnic table and waited for me to change into my clothes. I did so and when I got out dressed, they walked over to the car.

As we all took our seats in the car, the female coworker from Europe then mentioned,

"We're going to stop at the gas station. Those bathrooms were awful and I need to take a shit!"

My two other coworkers laughed.

Out of curiosity, I had to ask, "Did the ladies' room have stall doors?"

Her: "Hell no!"

Indian Girl: "Anyone who comes in can see you."

Me: "That's how the mens' room was."

The girl from Europe then said, "<My name omitted>, how can you shit in the open like that!?"

I responded, "It was an emergency."

European girl: "You were in there a long while, and you weren't pissing that time!"

Me: "You were watching me pee?"

European girl: "Of course! I like watching guys pee!"

Male coworker, "Hey, I'm not going to judge."

European girl: "I saw someone walk in to pee after you left the sink to sit down."

Me: "That was embarrassing."

The three of them laughed.

The realization set in that they all knew I just took a dump on an open toilet, having seen a man walk in while I was there. And my female coworkers saw me use the urinal a number of times. The urinals were visible from the picnic table we sat at, after all, so it was no surprise to me that they saw me using them.

We pulled into the gas station about 20 minutes later. I definitely wouldn't have made it, and even if I managed to get my clothes back on with my insides full and primed, I probably would have had to have the driver stop the car had I not used the restroom at the beach, so I had no regrets about using the open toilet. I tried my best to hold it, but the body won over the mind this time, and I had no choice. And an open toilet in a building is still preferable than going on the side of the road with random car occupants and my coworkers able to watch me squat, or worse, filling my pants in the car.

The girl from Europe was gone for about 15 minutes, and when she came back, she told everyone in the car, "I just dropped something nasty!"

Everyone laughed.


STEPHEN.P

POOPING IN CAMPERVAN


I slept in the campervan last night used the THETFORD 100 POTTIE fo a wee a times during the night .The phone alarm woke me at 06:30 ,had a wee then dressed ,I pushed the THETFORD 100 beneath the bed and pulled the ADVENTURIDGE pottie into position then went into house.
I made and drank tea then had a bowl of weetabix.At 07:30 I needed to go a NUMBER TOO so went back to campervan ,pulled down my pants and sat on ADVENTURIDGE pottie immediately had a wee then I pushed and pooped,three loads it felt really good as these loads were mixed with a number of wee events.
I was on the pottie for TEN MINUTES ,then reached forward and pulled three sheets of toilet paper from the roll on the door wiped then another three and wiped .The toilet bowl was up to the two litre mark it was a most enjoyable event ,I hope I can do same tomorrow .


STEPHEN.P

FOLLOW THROUGH



Went to the gym this afternoon ,changed in the changing rooms ,take everything off put in locker ,put on TENA UNDERPANTS then a pair of ordinary pants .to give my body some cushioning of the hard saddles of the exercise bikes . I put on my shorts and a lightweight sleeve less top then on with my trainers .Always have a wee before leaving the changing rooms,then up to the exercise room
Today I completed my target seven hundred calories in eighty minutes as i climbed off the bike I farted and had a follow through sub conciously I pushed and passed another load then made my way to the disabled toilet in the changing rooms.I undone my trainers dropped my shorts then lowered my pants full of poop and dropped them into the bin ,then showered .
Every time I use the bikes I fart many times and never previously had a follow through,how ever it always loosen my bowels and on many occasions
have pooped in the bedpan in the car or the portta pottie in the van.
The past few days I have had a very good NUMBER TOO in the THETFORD 66 pottie in the garage .I always have a better NUMBER TOO the morning after a visit to the gym.




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