Liam
we were walking to our car in a parking garage when today. I told my mom I needed to pee. She showed me where to go, in a stairwell. It looked like someone else had already peed there. Then my sister went too. We both made puddles of pee on the floor.
Princess Toadstool Peach
The A to Z of Bathroom Wonders has to Offer
A is for amazing clean bathroom
B is for Bowel movements I enjoy making
C is for Constipation which I hopefully don't get
D is for Dirty skidmarks that I get around the toilet
E is for Extremely thick but hard business I make
F is for flush which I do when I am done
G is for Goodnight or Good Morning Bathroom Break
H is for horrible smell I used to make in my Huggies diaper pull up nappies
I is for I don't know about you but I love using the bathroom
J is just doing my most important royal business
K is for Keep on pushing and squeezing until you do it
L is for love doing my Bathroom breaks no matter how long it takes
M is for Making a good fresh pile when I am sitting on the toilet
N is for newspaper that I often read while I'm waiting patiently
O is for OOOooo god what have I been eating lately?
P is for Pooing a lot in the toddler white plastic potty
Q is for Quite a scent I am making in there don't you think?
R is for Relax and enjoy your bathroom time with a buddy
S is for shifting royal BMs and also pee pee as well
T is for toilet white, shiny and porcelain too tinkling loudly
U is for underwear pink panties I pull down before I sit
V is for vagina which looks dapper as always but helps me to peewee tinkle
W is for wiping front and back my bottom and vagina too
X is for eXtreme totally awesome defecating I am doing
Y is for You bet I know how to make a good BM and piddle
And Z is for Zip up my pants and leave the bathroom bye bye now.
hazel
haunted houses
with halloween coming up I was wondering about haunted houses, I've heard rumors staff get bonuses if they make someone soil themselves. does anyone with experience working at these attractions have any stories about making someone wet/shit their pants, or has anyone ever gone to one and ended up with dirty pants?Tricky
Re: Scooter, Teen boy at the gas station
I can relate heavily to this story. It brought back memories.
When I was between the ages of 13-18, my metabolism was at its peak. I went through a gallon of water a day and ate like a 300+ lb morbidly obese adult man, even though I was scrawny and between 80 and 130 lbs in that timeframe. It doesn't take much of an imagination to guess where all of that food went.
I used public toilets a lot to take poops, often with no choice in the matter. Unlike this teen boy, I wasn't embarrassed to use a stall with other family members present at that age, but it was only extremely rarely that anyone from my family would accompany me.
One story I might tell some day was on a road trip when me and an uncle took two adjacent stalls in a mall's Mens' room. I was 14, and my uncle was in his 40s, and we both had to go really bad. My poop was loud, squishy, flatulent, and crackly, while my uncle did his best to keep his noises quiet, seemingly more embarrassed than me. We wiped up and met at the sinks at the same time and he didn't seem to enjoy the experience in the least, although I found it novel at the time. I can count on on hand the number of times male family members accompanied me to public restrooms when I needed to poop, and I didn't really find these events all that awkward or embarrassing.
During my teen years, many hundreds of strangers saw me enter a stall and take a poop, or heard me pooping/wiping only to see me leave the stall. As long as there was a stall with a door, and it was clean, I'd use it without hesitation. It became so routine that in almost all cases I lacked embarrassment or reservation whenever I had to poop in a public restroom. Even if people were around, I'd just enter the stall and do it, without even bothering to conceal my noises.
On a normal day at that time, I needed to poop 3+ times a day, usually a foot long log each time, so holding it was a bad idea. The only situations that would make me hold it were doorless stalls or toilets without stalls where other people could watch me on the can, as my middle school and high school had, and doing so was a massive struggle, which made me turn that pooping schedule into once a day, almost exclusively at home immediately after school on school days and often clogging my home toilet. But on weekends if out in public, my parents and other older family members used to get annoyed because I was always needing to poop in a restroom every few hours. They knew what I was doing and knew how much I ate, so they simply accepted it as a cost of dragging me along with them. The times they made me hold it for a few hours, I ended up clogging public toilets and they saw the pattern.
Many times during my teen years, I clogged public toilets, more often than not with other people already in the restroom. Tens of times this happened. My loads were just that massive. So if I had to go, I wasted no time finding the nearest suitable facility.
If my aunt took me to the mall on a Saturday, if we'd be out for 6 hours shopping, I'd probably use a public restroom to poop twice, and again shortly after we'd get dinner at a restaurant somewhere. Plus there would be a few more restroom visits in between because I'd need to pee between poop sessions as well from all the water I drank.
JT
Question for all the megabladders
Long time reader here. I first discovered this site in high school and that was the time when there was a WWLB (women with large bladders) group going on. I always wondered about the huge bladder stories, nine times out of ten they have never measured their capacity. Or at least they don't mention it. I just know that if I could pee for 9+ minutes or hold it for 24+ hours (as told by many stories here over the years), I would certainly wanna know what that volume would be. To those of us who are regular pee'ers that just sounds like a supernatural ability.
Beth
Peach's questionnaire
> Do you enjoy weeing or pooing?
I enjoy peeing and pooing, yes.
> Have you tried using a potty or a bucket or a Huggies Pull-up diaper nappy?
I haven't used a potty or a diaper since I was a kid, but I have pooed in a bucket (well, a garbage bin) when a toilet wasn't available.
> Is your Poos big, thick, hard and lumpy like mine?
Yes, when I poo it is usually big, thick, hard, and...I'd say knobby is the best word to describe it.
> Do you often wee or poo with a buddy?
My sister and I pee and poo in each other's company all the time.
> Does your wees often end in drips?
Yes.
> Do you ever squat using a footstool or read the newspaper while waiting?
I don't spend a lot of time waiting on the toilet. When I feel the urge to go, I sit down and start going, there's rarely any waiting. But I do use a footstool when I poo at home. It makes it easier to go poo.
> What are your special words for wee and poo that aren't swear words?
I call poo 'poo'. Sometimes, if I'm feeling silly, I'll say something like "doing my doody" or "making a stinky". But usually "poo" is just fine.
> How do you wipe after you are finished?
I wipe while seated. When I'm sitting on the toilet, the toilet seat kind of pulls my bum cheeks apart. If I stand up, my bum cheeks come back together, and if I've just pooed, that just smears the mess all over the inside of my cheeks. So I think wiping sitting down is more sanitary. I'm also used to pooing in front of my
> Do you often leave skidmarks or does it smell?
My poo often does leave skidmarks, and always smells kind of stinky, but I don't think it's THAT stinky.
> Have you done a poo or wee outside in Nature Calls?
I've peed outside many times. I've only pooed outside twice that I remember, and both were super urgent.
> Do you break wind after or before your poo?
Mostly before, but a bit of both. One of the first warning signs that I have to poo is that my farts start to smell really stinky. Once I'm sitting on the toilet, I let loose a few more stinky farts before the poo starts coming out. While it comes out, I fart less, but still a little bit.
Happy pooing everyone!
Beth
Eefje
Answer to Anna from Austria's question + story :D
Hi all!
Answer to Anna from Austria: I'm also very bad at hiding the fact that I'm desperate to poop. My first post was about me having diarrhea but my dumps are usually like 2 - 4 big firm logs. So when I feel the urge to poop, the first log always presses against my hole, making me have to go pretty bad instantly, and as time goes on it just worsens. I start fidgeting around and just like you, Anna, I start farting a lot.
Now onto my story :D
I said in my first post that me and my best friend, her name is Mikayla, always accompany each other to the bathroom. Compared to me, Mikayla is like a minion. Whereas I am an actual giant, 6'3 with and athletic curvy body, she's the total opposite. She's 5'3 and is quite 'petit' in the front and back area, but she's sooo cute! And even though she's so small she still poops out some big logs! We don't let each other watch it come out but we do show each other the 'end product', and damn she can shit!
So during the summer I was at her house for the weekend. It was a Saturday night and we were just chilling in her room, scrolling on social media while laying on her bed. At some point Mikayla let out a super loud fart. "Mikayla damn girl!!" I said, she just giggled in response. Some minutes later she lets out three, less loud, farts in rapid succession. "Oh my god, feeling gassy Mikayla??" I laughed, "Yeah... But I also need to shit!" she answered. And with that, she got up and went to the bathroom, I of course followed her. She sat down and the toilet and immediately let out another pretty loud fart, we both giggled. We just went on and started talking. Mikayla was telling a story when she suddenly stopped and said "Hold on...". She bore down and started grunting. I could hear a turd making its way out with a slight crackling sound. I honestly love seeing her like this, it's so hot to me. But anyways, she led out a sigh and took a little break from pushing. After about 10 second she went at it again, grunting louder now. "Having trouble girl?" I asked, she answered with " Yeah... a little" in between grunts. I started teasing her a little, like we enjoy to do. "Puuushh" I said while poking her buttcheek. She giggled while pushing but kept going. After 2 minutes she moaned as her log came out completely, not making a plop sound because it was so long it already touched the water. "That sounded big!" "It was huge... but there's more" Mikayla said as she started to push again. She's grunting loudly as another log makes it way out, seemingly a little easier. She kept pushing. After about a minute the log dropped into the toilet with a slight plop, Mikayla moaned as it came out. She farted loudly twice after. "Done?" I asked, she replied with "Almost..". Mikayla was really taking a huge shit! She let out a few more farts and after that 4 smaller plops dropped into toilet, Mikayla moaned with each one coming out. "Haahh all done!" she sighed as she stood up to wipe, we both always wipe standing up. We took a look into the bowl and her load was huge! The first turd stretched from the top of the porcelain all the way to the back, it was about 27 inches! Then the second one lay next to it, I'd say it was like 18 inches. And then there were 4 smaller logs, about 3-4 inches each. "Holy shit Mikayla! That's huge!" I said, Mikayla laughed and said "Yeah I didn't go yesterday so I was holding quite a lot back!" as she wiped "You still shit more than that on a daily basis though Eefje", "Yeah but I'm also like twice your size!" we both laughed. Mikayla tried but to flush, but even without toilet paper, her load didn't even move one bit, her massive log was blocking it. She told me that it was for her dad to fix as she close the lid, we both went to her room again, giggling.
That was the story :D I'll write a story about Mikayla and I buddy dumping in the mall's family bathroom hehe.
Byebye for now!Jenny
Anna from Austria-Great question! you know when I'm working I THINK I am good at hiding that I have to poop, but nobody (except my husband- has ever told me they noticed nor have I noticed. I often will hold my poop for hours on long busy days with patient care. Probably the most noticeable thing at work is that I fart or "crop dust" more and it stinks. But purposely fart in places that are relatively remote so I don't gross anyone out or get caught. There is a joke on social media platforms that healthcare providers, like doctors and nurses, use the opportunity of a fecal incontinent patient to crop dust and I admit I have done that a few times since it already stunk!
My husband has noticed me squirm when I have to poop at home when I am in the middle of something and called me out on it playfully. I am kind of embarrassed, but last time he did I playfulled purposely farted and squeezed my cheeks together so it made a noise. Also when no one is looking if I have to poop on my way home from work or an errand, I will put my hand on my butt from the car to the front door to the bathroom as it feels like it relieves some pressure from holding my poop in. I don't remember getting a skidmark from a turd partially coming out as an adult. They are all wiping and maybe sweat based!
Eefje-welcome another European! I love the Netherlands. Oh my , I feel your anxiety having guys see my messy butt! I was always self-conscious about my butt as I always thought it was too big! Now that I know that bigger bums are appreciated...we'll still feel awkward. I think my but is dirty and others may be looking at it even in a good way. Maybe after a poop or I know I have a skidmark..so having guys, especially attractive young guys see my dirty butt sounds like a nightmare...I feel my heart pounding right now!!!
Norm- I think being interested in pooping has many levels to me. Yes it feels good like eating when you are hungry, sneezing, or when you and your partner are finding each other attractive, you..you know! But there is something humbling, humerus and human about pooping. People with power suits have to pull their pants and poop. Models pull down their sexy undies and poop ..and clean with thin paper?!?! The human booty is very beautiful, but its nice not to take it too seriously.
I am so embarrassed about my recent posts. Not about pooping or my skid marks, but my grammar. I was typing in a hurry and on my phone , so between typos and errors in predictive texts. I know many of you will not care, but sorry all. I am typing this post in email to do a proper spelling and grammar check...post poop. Catherine-My last poop was a little soft, maybe borderline diarrhea. But I don't feel sick. I am looking forward to my next solid soft turd. Those do feel so good, though I'm not sure I' m ready for it to come out in my pants. But I get how good it feels when it comes out unintentionally. I think it is similar to holding in a non-diarrhea poop for some time, and finally letting go. How was your last poop?
-Skidmarked in Seattle(? Black undies today so who knows)
Catherine
Funny Thing
Hi toiletstool!
I hope that everyone is well and has had some amazing doodies lately!
Something happened at the kitchen table the other day that was pretty funny!
Alan, Zoe, Joey and I were eating breakfast, ready to go to school and work. Our eldest is a sophomore in college, so we miss her at meal times. Alan is an elementary school principal now and loves it! I don't think he will ever leave that position. I am a pharmacist. Zoe is our tenth grader, with bright red hair and blue eyes. She is petite, like her biological mother. And she is a hoot! She loves Joey, who is seven and is the only child that Alan and I have together. But I've adopted the girls and they consider me their mother.
So we are eating breakfast - vegetarian omelets with whole wheat toast. All of us usually poop before leaving for school and work, and that usually happens after breakfast. We are pretty strict when it comes to table manners and things like that, but we are not prudes.
So, Joey, who is tall and big for his age, just suddenly looks up at us with this look, and then lets out this tremendously loud fart. Alan and I have tried not to laugh at things like this. Alan gives him a stare and says quietly, "What are you supposed to say?" and Joey repeats "excuse me."
It is really quiet after that. Zoe, looks over at Joey, grins, and then lets out the loudest, longest fart that I have ever heard. Joey's mouth drops open and then he begins to laugh hysterically at his sister. Alan and I, who both love a good fart, begin to laugh uncontrollably.
When we finished, we all excused ourselves to the bathroom before leaving for school. Zoe reported as we were walking out the door, "If you thought my fart was big, you should have seen my poop!" Joey said, "Mine was really big."
Needless to say, Alan and I both had really big ones, even for us. So, something must have gotten a hold of us all from the day before. That night we had a conversation about manners. Still, I'm glad we got a great laugh!
Love to all!
Catherine
Princess Toadstool Peach
A Big Long but also Steady Peewee Tinkle after Yoga Exercise
Hello everyone I am Princess Toadstool Peach and today I been drinking a lot of fluids lately during my yoga exercises today with Princess Rosalina, Princess Zelda and Bethany Mild. So I think it's time for a wee. My bladder has been tingling all morning and I think it's time I emptied it out before I wet my panties. I head into the women's restroom and go into the 2nd stall to my left, lock it, walk over to the toilet, then lift up my dress, pull down my panties to my ankles, give my royal bottom a little wiggle then sit down on the toilet adjusting myself squatting as I do my bladder tingles again as I begin counting to myself quietly to stop my bladder from tingling. One Mississippi, Two Mississippis, Three Mississippis, Four…."TSSSSSSSSSSSS…." Ahhhhhhhh that feels so good right now. I'm crossing my legs in delight as my bladder drains out from all the drinks I had during yoga. "SSSSSSSSSSS…" I have to admit I never piddled this long before but 1st time for everything don't you reckon? "SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS…" Woo I must have drank a lot of liquids to make my wee longer and flow out. "SSSSSSSSSSssssss…" So then I might as well check my phone real quick. Ooo a sale on Mario toys nice! "sssssssss dripdripdrop!!" Phew finally I finished peeing. I after breaking wind a little "TOOOT!!" I then grab some toilet paper and then begin wiping my vagina between my legs, then I get up, pull my panties up, pull up my dress and then I flush the toilet. Cripes my royal vagina peach fuzz blond pubes look like they could really use a good shave. Sheesh. Anyway that's all for today everyone. Bye bye now!Nils
My comment to Liam
Wow, that's awesome! I wish I had taken more opportunities to urinate where I wished to when I was your age. Do you read a lot of the stories here? Can your sister already read well? If not, perhaps you should read her some of the stories.
Bianca
Good Burn
First time to answer Anna's question. I know when poop is desparate by judging if I think I can hold it. I've had lots of mushy poop, and ate plenty of spicy food. I got a nice hot feeling from my anus this morning for instance. Once, I had diarrhea at home before calling Fellowes. To bad my Royal machine already broke. Anyway I'm glad Nick didn't have to hear me blowing up my toilet while I spoke about a thank you card. I hope to continue my hot poops with spicy chips. Bye
Thunder
Shit myself x 3
In my last post I mentioned my visit to my therapist where we both struggled on the toilet and that night I inserted a suppository with great results but I shit my incontinence underwear in the process. What happened was the suppository worked suddenly and I could not hold back the urge. Anyway that was no problem as I disposed of my undies , gave my bottom a wash with the bidet, then had a shower and off to bed. Well what happened I awoke at 4 am with an urge to pass gas and did so but it was much more than gas. I filled my undies so off to the toilet in the next room, sat on the pot and passed more poo and then the clean up followed etc. Back to bed , off to sleep and awoke at 7 am with an urgency and although the toilet is in the very next room I could not hold it and filled my undies again. Another cleanup! I was thinking that once I use to sleep with no clothes if it was warm but nowadays I would not be game . I will discuss my recent event with my OT to see about getting some continence advice. In brief with prolonged constipation I have leakage from the bottom. With laxatives and suppositories I sometimes get urgency that I cannot control. I was thinking of acquiring a pain water bulb enema and that might help ? Thunder
Princess Opal
To Catherine
...you seriously thought that too? So glad to know I'm not the only one! I wonder if the elves poop. As a side note, part of the reason why I find the whole pooping hobbits thing so funny is because I look just like a hobbit, except I'm not particularly short.
When I was 9 I remember wondering about all sorts of different movies, if the story takes place over many days there must be a lot of pooping that they never show! And filming a movie takes a long time, so the actors and actresses must take many, many potty breaks! And every time they show a character eating, why don't they show them on the toilet the next day? I spent a lot of time pondering these things.
Jessica W
My responses
To Anna from Austria:
I am a lot like that girl, I too can hide it fairly well. Which is not to say that it's wise to do it. Thankfully, I'm mostly at home those days. Since I'm not that immune to constipation however, holding my poo is not that good for me.
To "Princess Toadstool Peach":
Yes, I do enjoy weeing. Funny how almost no one uses that term lol. Are you perhaps an Aussie too? I enjoy pooping also even though I'm bit of a slow pooper. I remember short after I got married I once even pooped on a lookout tower!
Yes, they are indeed thick, my "exit" is used to it, but sometimes I do still have to strain, I've had those issues ever since I was around the age my boys are now (6-8).
Nowadays I mostly buddy dump with family members (I guess my stepdaughter, who however doesn't eat with us every day, counts too). If you read, I stated that we don't lock the door. Neither me nor any of the gents (my husband and our sons) mind.
I wipe front to back, and in the opinion of others it does smell... but not in mine lol. I have crapped outside a couple times already, even on odd spots.
To Annie:
Wow, congrats to your poos! I can't tell if mine are as big, even though I'm a small bit chubby ;)
To Nils and Catherine:
Any more characters you can perhaps think about? Hopefully they won't be coming up here too like Princess Peach already has, ha ha.
To Norm:
I did use a gender neutral toilet already, I think twice or so, but only for a wee. I do poop on public toilets very rarely those days. When I was in school and during my two years working at the store I had no issues using the restroom there even though getting it out wasn't always easy.
To Liam:
By going potty I suppose you only mean Number 1 (pee/wee)? I mean I have pooed outside already multiple times in my life (I'm old, I'm almost 20 lol), but that ain't something you can easily hide. I once did so when I was alone on a tower but the deuce landed in a plastic bag, I wouldn't have done it, had I not been alone tho. I also peed, but thankfully, all the pee landed in the bag.
Pete
Farting and shitting
The WC indeed is a pleasant place to spend your leisure time, even when you make stink. One of the most enjoyable things about being retired is that I have plenty of time to do my number two. Yesterday for instance, I shat three times, once after each meal, and turned out a reasonable yield of one or more sizeable turds during each session on the WC. My turds rarely exceed 4 inches in length. The downside of being retired is that I very rarely shit anywhere else except my own home. It is quite nice to have three different toilets to shit in, though in fact I only use two of them on the daily basis. The only person who uses the WC in the family bathroom is my grandson who gives himself away by often not flushing after he has done his business. I've had to complain to his mother about this unhygienic practice of his.
Farting is often a good indication of the need for a dump, depending on how much space there is in your gut to accommodate unshat turds. When my wife was alive, she was the only person with whom I felt comfortable enough to fart. But she always insisted on me saying "Pardon me" every time I farted. Now that I live alone, I still continue to say "Pardon me" me every time that I let one off.
Tricky
A Dump at the City Hall
It was 2012. My workplace supervisor and I were in the car on the way to visit city hall for a meeting regarding one of our job assignments. It was also shortly after lunch when we left, so I didn't get a chance to take my post lunch dump at the office as was my routine, typically my second dump of the day(and I don't recall skipping my morning dump that day), and for the latter half of the hour-long drive, I could feel it knocking at the back door eagerly awaiting for me to open up and let it into a toilet somewhere.
After we pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car, I then mentioned,
"I need to use the restroom. How much time do we have?"
He responded,
"About 5 minutes. I need to go there myself."
I hurried into the building.
This wasn't particularly an emergency for me, but I did have to go and was somewhat uncomfortable holding it for as long as I did, barely containing in my farts to avoid stinking his car up. 5 minutes was probably just barely enough time, if I were to put in effort instead of my normal routine of letting gravity do the work. While I wasn't exactly looking forward to doing this with my boss in the room, I'd pooped around my coworkers hundreds of times by this point at the office. A number of those times, not only did my supervisor see me enter or exit a stall, but he'd also heard my toilet noises multiple times. On more than one occasion, we'd even pooped in adjacent stalls next to each other. So me pooping in the same room he was present in wasn't a new experience for either of us, but that unavoidable sense of awkwardness was always there regardless, and for a few more seconds, my supervisor would be spared the knowledge of what I needed to go to the Mens' room for.
I hurried into the Mens' room perhaps 50 feet ahead of my supervisor, to be greeted by a cramped one-stall, one-urinal setup with a sink, all within about 75 square feet of floor space. I headed into the stall, latched the door, dropped my dress slacks to my shoes fully exposing my hairless ankles, white boxers, and black socks, and hastily took a seat. The toilet was mounted 90 degrees to the direction of the cubicle and door with the urinal on the same wall less than 2 feet from where I sat, with a sizable 2-inch gap between the stall and door. It was awkward, but too late to alter course as the turtle's had was now poking out in anticipation of full release into its watery destination.
The door opened. I had a clear view of my supervisor entering the room in my peripheral vision through the gap in the stall, just as the poop started to crackle its way on out of me.
*flupshlupfpht-pp-plat-shlupftpht-t-t-t-t-t-t-t*
Through the gap, I could see my supervisor walk up to and then stand at the urinal, right next to the cubicle I was sitting in. We briefly made unwanted eye contact. I must have looked like a fool, with my pants on the floor, my supervisor standing uncomfortably close to me as we were performing our bodily functions in this intimate space. Even then, I wasn't at all embarrassed.
I heard him unzip and a torrent of piss gush directly into the water.
*plip-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p*
Within about 30 seconds, he finished, zipped up, flushed, and now the room was almost dead silent, other than the sounds of a thick, sticky, wet, squishy log of poop was still loudly crackling out of me. I could hear it echo abut the room.
*shlpt-t-t-t-t-t-phlshlftph-t*
While the poop was soft and well-formed, I was in a hurry because of the time constraint and was rushing this dump, pushing with everything I could, leaning forward and exposing my face through the gap in the stall, instead of my normal routine of letting gravity and pressure differentials do the work for me. As a result, I knew it was leaving a worse mess than normal and could feel it. It struggled to slide out as it loudly crackled and left a warm, creamy layer of filth all over my butthole.
Since modesty was the last of my concerns at this point, farts inevitably slid out, with my boss standing a few feet away and nothing but a flimsy cubicle to conceal what I was doing(which was no secret).
*poooooo-t-t-t-t-t*
An audibly loud but slightly muffled fart slid out of me, briefly interrupting the squishy cracking noises that the poop was making as it slid passed my dilated anus, only for the crackling noises to resume in full force immediately after the fart was done. My supervisor, with the same concern for the time constraint, remarked,
"We got about 3 minutes left. Try to be too long."
I was actually almost finished, even though this was not at all a comfortable or leisurely poop given how much I was in a hurry and how much straining I had to do to push it out. He had a good idea of how much time I spent on the toilet at work and his concern was understandable. My eating habits were legendary around the office, and so too were the twice or thrice daily workplace toilet visits with a magazine in hand for reading material.
I responded with,
"Ok. I won't be much longer. I'm almost done."
*BLOOP*
The log loudly splashed into the water with my supervisor standing just two feet away. I could feel the water splash my butthole. I involuntarily let out a sigh of relief. I heard muffled laughter coming from my supervisor as he walked to the sink. He just heard me take a big fat poop from start to finish, maybe caught a quick glimpse of the side of my butt through the obnoxiously-placed gap in the cubicle, definitely saw my face as I was pooping, and I must admit, it was kind of funny. I might also have laughed if the roles were reversed.
I started wiping while he was washing his hands. The dispenser loudly broadcasted the sounds of me rolling the toilet paper throught the entire room. As I was rolling the industrial-grade toilet roll in its plastic dispenser for a 3rd or 4th pass, my supervisor remarked,
"I'll wait outside for you."
I responded, while folding the paper for the next wipe,
"Ok."
He left.
A minute or so later, as I was getting in the last wipes, the door opened again. A father with a little girl of about four years old rushed in. She remarked,
"I really gotta' pee!"
"We're going to have to wait for someone to finish first."
I continued wiping, cognizant of the time constraint. I could see both of them eyeing me through the obnoxiously-placed gap in the cubicle, anticipating that I was soon about to avail them the stall. I didn't get as clean as I'd have liked since it was a bit of a messy movement and the toilet paper had little to no absorbency, but I got clean enough not to mess my underwear up or noticeably stink like poop at the conference table during the meeting, and resigned myself to that being good enough.
I pulled my pants up and saw what I deposited. A light-brown dirt snake stretched from the bottom of the drain in the toilet bowl all the way to the rim and then around it, and it was at least 3 inches thick at its widest point. There was a smaller ball of poop floating in the water, about the size of a Cadbury chocolate egg. All the toilet paper I used somehow landed at the front of the bowl. I flushed, and as has happened many times before, the toilet clogged. Not because of the size of my deposit, as it came out soft and broke up into a few pieces during the flush attempt, but because there was barely any water flow when I'd activated the flush lever. I flushed again, and nothing. My shit pile was stuck there.
I didn't know what to do at this point, and just quickly left the stall and rushed my hand washing job, spending less than 5 seconds at the sink and not even drying my hands in the interest of getting out of there ASAP.
As I left the Mens' room, I heard the father attempt to flush it, then remark,
"We can't go here. It's clogged."
"Daddy!"
"That boy clogged the toilet! We can't go here. Come on."
I felt really bad, but there was nothing I could do. My supervisor was standing right outside the Mens' room door and I figured he probably heard the exchange. We walked away to our meeting. We made it to the meeting on time, fortunately.
After the meeting was over, perhaps an hour passed. I was glad I pooped before it started, because holding it in that long would have been torture and I'd probably have had to excuse myself. As we walked to the exit of the building, the door to the Mens' room was propped open with a cleaning cart outside, the female janitor grabbing some plumbing tools. I could see an out of order sign on the entrance door.
When we got to my supervisor's car, recalling an incident at the workplace involving me clogging a toilet(word got around because the cleaning lady talked), he asked,
"Did you clog the toilet before the meeting?"
I responded,
"There was no water pressure when I flushed it."
He laughed and remarked,
"Oh boy. That's unfortunate."
Not another word of this was said during the rest of the ride back to the office. Nor was I particularly embarrassed about it. Shit happens.STEPHEN.P
This morning needed to poop as soon as I got downstairs ,held it while I put on kettle went back upstairs and used the THETFORD 245 which I often use when pooping in the house
Sunday, September 22, 2024
STEPHEN.P
Woke this morning had a wee in the bedroom pottie put on dressing gown went downstairs had two satchets of LAXIDO in a pint glass put on kettle made tea went into garden .
I sat in garden chair drank tea then needed to have a NUMBER TOO so took off dressing gown put over back of chair took some toilet paper from the pocket and walked over to the Red Current bushes . I took off my sandals and underpants and squatted down .
Imedietely had a wee then pushed and dropped a small load as I attempted to raise myself I dropped another load then had another wee .Satisfied I was done wiped with three sheets of toilet paper then put on my pants and sandals and returned to to garden chairs washed my hands in the water butt then put on my dressing gown went into house and made more tea .Radu
To Victoria & Robyn
Does Robyn really pee enough to fill a two-liter bottle, or was that just a metaphor? Have you ever measured your pee?
Thunder
Hard Pooping and my therapist
I have mentioned several times that I have a neurological condition and amongst many things it affects my bowel and bladder . I have government assistance for acquiring a bidet ( wonderful) and I have just got a portable hand held bidet ( so far so good) I have been provided with a bottom wiper ( more useless than a one legged man in a bottom kicking contest ) . I am supplied with incontinence underwear ( a life saver and would not leave home without it) . I am also funded for massages which I have every week and a part of it is a colon massage . My masseuse (Abby) comes from China , her English is limited but she is 100% lovely . Her massages are of top quality and professional but I will say she gives my bottom a good massage . I also visit a therapist that helps me poop. Maybe every few weeks when opportune…… I pay for that my self . Her name is Nicole and she comes from China too ….and she is lovely also . My movements are hard and she talks me through it and massages my back ( and lower back ) she makes me sit there for a while after I have an evacuation to recover…. And wipes my bottom. She also makes sure I have a week . Nicole finds it helpful for her to have a poo also when I am with her. On Monday when I went she had a hard poo but was success. , but today she worked and stained and grunted and looked stressed but then her bowels relented and plop, plop , plop. We both agreed that we have trouble doing a poo- poo. Nicole's mother also has problems, she said . Anyway tonight I had a suppository and it worked a treat but I have trouble controlling my anal splincter and my undies got rather dirty in the process….. wrapped them up in a dark plastic bag I have for the purpose and through them out and into the shower for me . My occupational therapist is trying to organise a continence assessment for me to see what can be done to make my lot a bit better. Anyway, such is life, but it could be a whole lot worse. ThunderAnna from Austria
question for my fellow ladies
Like mentioned in the subjectiv line I have new question to my fellow ladies here.
How good are you with hidding the fact that you are desperate to poop?
I am very bad with that. When I hold my poo only for a short while I start farting like a storm and everybody else would notice it.
But that's just me. Some people seem to be very good at it.
WE have a new girl in her early 20s at work. I was going through some papers with her. Afer we were done I had to go the bathroom for a pee.
So I entered the Ladies room near my office. When I entered the ladies room I could see the girl entering the middle stall.
So I took the stall that was the closest to the door. When I was doing I could hear some sounds from the stall of the new girl.
She literally exploded in there. Sounds like it was really urgent.
I was really surprised how she managed to hide that fact and seemed totally normal.
That event inspired me to ask the other ladies here this question.
Greetings from Austria
AnnaPrincess Toadstool Peach
Hi Everyone + Bathroom Survey for Jessica W
Hello everyone I am Princess Toadstool Peach and today I am asking some questions for Jessica W. Anyone can join in answering the questions too you know.
OK 1st Question-Do you enjoy weeing or pooing?
Have you tried using a potty or a bucket or a Huggies Pull-up diaper nappy?
Is your Poos big, thick, hard and lumpy like mine?
Do you often wee or poo with a buddy? I do mine with Rosalina my best friend.
Does your wees often end in drips?
Do you ever squat using a footstool or read the newspaper while waiting?
What are your special words for wee and poo that aren't swear words?
How do you wipe after you are finished?
Do you often leave skidmarks or does it smell?
Have you done a poo or wee outside in Nature Calls?
And finally Do you break wind after or before your poo?
OK speak soonish bye bye now!
Annie
Big much needed poop after lunch
Got up this morning with a very bloated stomach, so grabbed my Walmart bag (remember that my toilet paper is in there), my toothbrush and toothpaste and went to the washroom to pee and brush my teeth. Nothing wanted to come out yet. Went upstairs for breakfast (an egg, corn, beans and onions sandwich). The bread was toasted. Each time I have a meal I take a picture of it so that when I go downstairs I can write what I had in my notebook. My caregiver lately has been having cooked food on the table in containers for customers. She makes money that way, by catering. Anyway breakfast was good. I took my 9 AM medications afterwards, thanked her, took my Walmart bag and went downstairs.
Sometime before lunch I got a major urge to poop, so first I drank a lot of water first to soften everything up, took my Walmart bag, took my bedroom flip flops off, opened the door, went outside my room, put the flip flops on out there, 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 pants and underwear down, sat on the toilet and peed first. Then I pushed out a big much needed poop. It was part solid part soft. Wow. The last of it dropped into the toilet, I pushed back my sleeves and reached into the Walmart bag for the toilet paper. Took some off the roll, put the Walmart bag on the floor, wiped my vagina first then leaned forward slightly and started wiping my butt. It was a messy wiping job but I wiped until the paper came back clean. When I was done I put it into the toilet between my legs. I'm not 100% empty yet but hopefully after dinner I will be. Stood up, walked carefully to the sink, took some liquid soap, turned on the water, put the liquid soap on/in my butt, rinsed my hands, cleaned my butt really well until it was clean, pulled my pants and underwear up and turned to look in the toilet. Wow! There was a long poop that took up a lot of the toilet. Not sure how many feet long it was but it was long and somewhat thick. Flushed the toilet and it went down. Flushed again to be sure. Yup. Washed my hands, picked up the Walmart bag, left the washroom, turned off the light, went to my room, took the flip flops off outside my room, turned on the light, put on the flip flops in here, dried my hands on the towels in here and came to bed to write this. I hope everyone is staying safe, healthy and happy. Have a great weekend.
Happy pooping!
Annie