Catherine
Late Responses
Good morning Toiletstool!
I am so sorry that I have been late in responding to everyone. I started to after my most recent post, was interrupted and could not get back until now! Such is life!
Princess Opal: I love imagining characters using the bathroom! And I just always think of eating a lot with pooping. So, the Hobbits must really blow up their outhouses...hehe! The video game character, Samus Aran, the heroine of the Metroid video game series, is another that I think about. She must really be fit and who knows what her mix of human and alien DNA does to her digestion? I saw the musical Wicked. Does Elphaba's poo have a green tint to it? Does Glenda blow up the bathroom? What about the Jedi Knights in Star Wars. Are their poops "floaters?" Haha! I hope you are well!
Travis: Welcome (back) to the forum! I remember a "David" posting when I first posted all the way back in late 2009. He said he was 6'1 also (as I am 6'1) and was 18 at the time. Since you use an alias, was that you? I just wanted to say that it is totally normal to have the interest that you have and may be more common than you think. Alan and I both are into pooping (though we never do anything questionable or gross). So I know it must be hurtful for your wife not to understand your interest.
Jenny: I am so sorry for not responding to your comments timely! Did you ever have that solid poop that you were waiting on? It has been a few years since my last accident but if it ever happens to you, you will not forget the feeling. My last several poops have been long and thick coming out in one full snake or breaking into 2 or 3 pieces. They have had a medium brown to peanut butter color and pretty mild smells. Wiped clean and then used my bidet for insurance! We have four toilets in the house. Our girls have a bathroom between their rooms, while "Joey" has his own. There's a half-bath and then the bathroom in our master suite. It helps when we all have to go at the same time! I just wanted you to know that I don't think it is gross that you get skids and loved the Tennis story! I remember hearing the Iga Swiatek story. I loved that she admitted to pooping. We women should not be so embarrassed! This SPAS loves SIS! I hope that you have some memorable poops and if they give you skids then I hope it is from poops that you feel are worth it!
Eefje: Welcome to the forum! I'm 6'1 myself and I know that being a tall woman it is hard to hide. I think that some girls like your 5'3 friend can almost pull off that "girls don't poop" mystique. But when people look at me they think there's no way she doesn't poop. Anyway I am so glad you are posting! But I hate what happened to you on the train. I hope all is well now!
Chakamami: Mina and the crushes are always in my thoughts! I hope you are well!
MD Dan: I've never seen that scene from Family Guy but maybe I can find it on YouTube. When I pretended I was WW, I always imagined that Superman would be checking me out with his X-Ray vision. What about the woman you wrote about? A potential love interest? Hope you are well.
Anna from Austria: I don't think that I am particularly good at hiding the fact that I need to poop. But because my body is regular, I am usually near my toilet at home. But I learned never to hold it. Even though I am slightly embarrassed about going in public or at a friends house, I'm going to go. I rarely delay the urge too long!
Victoria and Robyn: I hope you both are well!
Nils:I am so glad you read my old posts and would love to know what you think about them! I picture Superman having the perfect poop almost always! Who are some others you think about?
Annie: I am always glad to read your posts and I send prayers and warm thoughts for your health!
Jessica W: I am so glad you are posting. I look forward to reading them!
I hope all are well! Love to all!
Catherine!Annie
Big bent poop
Good morning I hope everyone is doing well and is staying healthy, safe and happy. I woke up this morning at about 8:15 AM, went to the washroom to pee and brush my teeth and went upstairs for breakfast. I had an egg sandwich, lychees and drank sips of water. Took my medications at 9 AM. My stomach was full. Just a few minutes ago I got a major urge to poop so I grabbed my Walmart bag, went to the door, took my bedroom flip flops off, opened the door, went outside my room, put those flip flops on, turned off the light, closed the door and walked to the washroom across from my room. Turned on the light, closed the door, walked to the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear down and sat on the toilet. Peed first a lot then pushed out a big poop that seemed to keep coming. Wow. Finally the last of it came out and laid in the toilet. Pushed back my sleeves, reached into the Walmart bag for the toilet paper, took some off the roll, put the roll back into the Walmart bag and onto the floor and started wiping. Wiped my vagina first then stood up and wiped my butt really well until there were no marks on the toilet paper. Yuck. Tossed the dirty toilet paper into the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear up and looked in the toilet.
There was a long bent poop in the toilet (think sort of like a stinky cane lol). I'm not sure how long it was but it was very long and somewhat thick. Flushed the toilet, washed my hands well, turned off the water, picked up the Walmart bag and left the washroom turning off the light. Whew. I'm not empty yet but slowly getting there. Hopefully after more water, more healthy food and doing my stretches in my room I can go again later.
I hope everyone is having a good day so far
Happy pooping!
Annie
Annie
Super fast and soft poop
Woke up this morning with a bloated stomach so I grabbed my Walmart bag, grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste, went to the door, opened it, went outside my room, put the flip flops on out there, went pee and brushed my teeth in the washroom and went upstairs for breakfast. Had some kind of dark purple soup with I think beets. My caregiver asked if I wanted honey in it and I said no thank you. Drank the soup slowly and ate the vegetables chewing slowly. After breakfast I took my medications, thanked my caregiver again, took my Walmart bag and went downstairs. Finally a few minutes ago I got a major urge to poop so I took my bedroom flip flops off, grabbed my Walmart bag, opened the door, walked outside my room, put the flip flops outside my room on, turned off the light, closed the door and walked to the washroom across from my room. Turned on the light, closed the door, walked to the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear (black sweatpants, beige high cut underwear) down and sat on the toilet. Peed first then pushed. A very fast soft poop splattered out. Wow! Took the toilet paper out of the Walmart bag, pushed back my sleeves, took some toilet paper off the roll, put the roll back into the Walmart bag, put the Walmart bag on the floor and started wiping. Wiped my vagina first then stood up to wipe my butt. It was very messy because of the poop (I think the fruit was probably a natural laxative) and the toilet paper came back purple because of it. Finally when my butt was clean I put the toilet paper into the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear up and looked in the toilet.
The water was purple like the fruit, I could see soft poop floating in it. That was a hell of an urgent poop but much needed. Flushed the toilet and the mess went down. Flushed again because of a flake of poop still in the toilet. Went to the sink, washed my hands well, grabbed my Walmart bag, opened the door, turned off the light and walked to my room. Took the flip flops off outside my room, turned on the bedroom light, opened the door, went into my room, put on the flip flops in here, dried my hands on the towels in here and now writing this.
I hope everyone is having a good week (it's Friday!) and that you're staying safe, healthy and happy. Have a good weekend.
Happy pooping and peeing!
AnnieSkidmarked from Columbia
Questions and a small story
Jenny- Is it normal for you to get skid marks that look like you pooped yourself a little? How often do you get those kind? Anyone is MORE THAN WELCOME to answer.
Everyone- Do you get pee stains a lot or just occasionally?
Everyone- When was the last time you pooped yourself?
Everyone- When was your last skidmark and why? And last serious skidmark and why?
Everyone-What was your last bathroom accident? Like if you lost control and peed and/or pooped yourself? And why? Were you at home or in public?
I get skid marks butt (pun intended) it doesn't look like I pooped myself. I don't get pee stains much and don't keep track. My last skid mark that was noticable was caused by lack of toilet paper.
On to my story... I was at Jack'n the box and my mom needed the bathroom and so did I. After peeing I washed my hands and waited a while. Mom came out mad. She told the staff up front she sat down and they didn't put toilet paper! The cashier apologized. After I asked if mom wiped herself or if we need to go home in case she has a dirty butt.
Love Skidmarked from ColumbiaCurious explorer
Do all girls pee and poop at same time?
Hey!
I have glanced at this site on and off for a few years.
For those wondering, I am a 20-something y/o female in the US
I really like the range of stories, some are super relatable, while others are eye opening!
One question for the girls:
I have been travelling through Europe the past 2 weeks, staying in lots of hostels, meaning lots of shared bathrooms. I noticed that the other girls seem to take small poops (2-3 plops max) while peeing. Is this normal? It felt like I was the only one taking larger poopsAnnie
Huge thick poop
Hi all. I woke up with a super bloated stomach this morning, went pee, brushed my teeth, took the pad off (yay! Period was finally done!), washed my hands, brushed my teeth and went upstairs for breakfast. Had an egg salad sandwich for breakfast. Closer to the time that I'm supposed to take my meds I took my meds grabbed my Walmart bag from behind me (my caregiver asked me not to leave it on the floor anymore because the floor isn't as clean as I think). I politely said okay. I said thank you again, pushed my chair in and went downstairs to my room. For lunch around noon my caregiver gave me a spicy soup with tomatoes and eggs. After lunch I thanked my caregiver and grabbed a tea bag (lunch is the only time she wants me to have tea or any kind of caffeine). I made a cup of tea downstairs and drank it slowly with water.
Suddenly got a major urge to poop so I grabbed my Walmart bag, went to the door, took my bedroom flip flops off, opened the door, went outside my room, put on the flip flops 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 and sat on the toilet. Peed first a lot then pushed out a long thick solid poop that seemed to keep coming. Holy crap is all I could think. Finally the last of it came out and dropped into the toilet. No splash, no thud. It just laid there. Whew. I pushed to see if there was more. Nope. Pushed back my sleeves, reached into the Walmart bag, grabbed the toilet paper, took some off the roll, put the roll back into the Walmart bag, put the Walmart bag onto a dry part of the floor (some guys here aren't careful when they shave or brush their teeth), and started wiping. I wiped my vagina first then stood up to wipe my butt. I wiped my butt really well until there were no marks on the toilet paper. Tossed the toilet paper into the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear up and turned to look in the toilet. There was a fairly big, solid poop in the toilet taking up most of the toilet. It was thick, dark and very solid. Not everything is out of my body yet but hopefully after dinner I will be. Flushed the toilet and it went down fine. Flushed again to be sure. Yup. Washed my hands, grabbed my Walmart bag and left the washroom turning off the light. Went to my room right next to the washroom, took the flip flops off outside my room, turned on the light, opened the door, walked in, put on the flip flops in here, dried my hands on the towels in here and am now writing this (also refilled my water jar and jug before I wrote this). I hope everyone is staying safe, happy and healthy and that you're having a good week.
Happy pooping!
AnnieMr J (in the wheelchair)
Thanks for the replies and update on my bowels
Hi there
I just wanted to say thank you so much to Becky, Catherine, Jessica W and Jenny for your descriptive answers to my question about sensation of needing a poop. It is much appreciated.
Unfortunately I have recently had a couple of days where I couldn't stop pooping and ended up having an accident. I ended up taking a Diarrhea tablet to stop me pooping. I haven't really pooped for a week so tomorrow I'm off to the local nurse to give me an enema and hopefully I can push out a massive load in their disabled toilet. There might be a story from that :)
Take care everyone
Mr J in the Wheelchair
Sandra
Public Toilet Phobia
It has been a long time since my first and only post on page 3032 in which I described myself and detailed how I enjoy going to the toilet, especially for a poo. In the post I mentioned that it does not matter where I poo, but it has not always been that way, far from it. This post is about a phobia I had about public toilets, something not uncommon amongst a minoirity judging by the posts on this forum.
The phobia was only about pooping in public toilets. There was no way I could not use them to have a wee without constantly wetting myself. Having a poo was something to be completely avoided, unless the only alternative was to do it in my knickers. In a period spanning over ten years I did not poo in a public toilet. Before that, as a child, you could count on the fingers of one hand the number of times I did it in a public toilet out of extreme desperation. On two occasions it was at school and the others were at a garage and a park, both far away from home. I can recall one occasion when I was out with my parents in town when I needed to poo. They drove me home so I could relieved myself in the usual placee, before going back into town to continue the day out. I became very adept at emptying my bowels at home, or a place I was staying, before setting foot out of the door. I would make a big effort to get everything out. If I needed to go again that day it was not urgent and could wait until I was back home.
The phobia was at long last overcome little over ten years ago when I was hit by what only can be described as a wave of common sense. I was at work having had my obligatory morning poo before leaving the house. It was a Friday and I was going out with the girls to town straight from work. I had an urge to poo and my intention was to go home to do it and catch up with the girls a couple of hours later. The urge was not urgent but I wanted to make myself comfortable as it could put a damper on the evening. At worse the urge could intensify and I would have no option but to use the facilities at a pub or club.
Before the time came to set off home I started thinking. The main thing which crossed my mind was that more or less all of my work colleagues pooped at work every day without batting an eye lid. This was obvious from the sounds and smells most times I went to the ladies to empty my bladder. One would often be in a stall next to me blasting away without a concen. Reading material was regulary conspicuously carried into the toilet and sometimes comment were made about needing a poo or having a good one. In spite of the uninhibited atmosphere, if I had a poo urge whilst weeing my bum hole would be firmly closed, apart from occasionally silently relaseing gas. The other thing that hit me was how illogilcal it would be go go home for the sole purpose of using the toilets. Addeded to this I would be wasting so much time travelling whilst my colleagues were enjoying the early part of the evening without me. Furthermore I would have some explaining to do about my absence. There is no way I could tell them the real reason. They would have collapsed laughing. I dawned on me that I should bite the bullet, break the taboo and poo in work. I decided that I would use the ladies on the floor above so I would be less conspicuous. A Major considerat ion was the facilities on my floor were likely to be busier than usual with colleagues relieving themselves and applying make up before the evening out.
Tentitively I ascended the stairs and entered the ladies located near by. The lay out was siimilar to the facilities on my floor. It was empty and all the cubicles seemed to be unoccupied. I entered the one furthest from the entrance and locked the door. As is my usual practice in public toilets I tore off some TP and wiped the seat. I then turned round and pulled my black knickers and tights down to my ankles and lifted my flower patterned skirt before sitting down.
I had a needed wee which lasted around thirty seconds but did not wipe as there was unfinished business. But this main busines was not about to take place as the urge had gone. But I knew it had been real and I was not going to leave the cubicle, at least not yet. I remained seated and tried to relax. No one else entered the ladies and this was reassuring. After about a minute the urge returned and I pushed. A plop followed. I HAD DONE IT! Judging by the sound I could tell it was a small turd and I knew a lot more was waiting. With the ice broken I pushed again and a lot more came out with a loud fart. Soon after I heard someone else enter the ladies and lock the door of a stall some distance away. Her wee was very audible, but this was all she did along with a fart. I was not to be inhibited and continued to drop my load during her stay and after she left. I would have been more audible when she was at the sink. I do not usually look at my produce but this was an exception. The bowl was full of small logs, I did need to go. The smell was not excessive but noticable and would have carried outside the stall. I sat down again to wipe in my normal way as detailed in my first post, stood up and, pulled up my knickers and tights. The poo, paper and wee swirled around when I flushed, disapearing without any skid marks. I left the stall, washed my hands and made my way out, decending the stairs to return to my work place.
The relief of dropping a good load and feeling empty pailed into insignficance compared to my achievement. I felt on top of the world and liberated. This feeling contributed to the good night out which followed. I had quite a few drinks without saying what I was celebtating, necessitating a number of wees. This was and probably always will be my most memorable ever poo.
Sandra
Sunday, September 29, 2024
Tricky
Queue at the Library
It was 2008. I was at the library using a computer when I felt my lower abdomen violently gurgle(The same library from Page 2876, "The Stalls Have Eyes" and this particular story expands upon the same events in Page 3040, "Re: Mark S, on the topic of desperate people needing to poop"). It roared with such a fury that a cut 20-something lady sitting next to me looked over as if I just farted.
*RORRRRRRRRRT*
It was not a fart that made that noise, but I felt a need to fart. Within seconds, I felt a weighty mass poking at my anal sphincter and realized that was not a fart. I had to forfeit the computer and head to the Mens' room. As I waddled my way to the restroom on the first floor, farts were silently slipping out with each footstep, leaving an invisible trail of stink behind me.
When I got into the Mens' room, it was crowded. Both urinals had men standing at them, both stalls had pants and shoes visible underneath the cubicles, there was a homeless guy shaving at the sink, and a skinny blonde haired boy of about 12 years old was awkwardly standing there waiting for a toilet.
I left and decided to head to the other Mens' room on the 2nd floor. By the time I made it up the stairs, it was a full on emergency. I got inside, but the lone handicapped stall was taken, although the urinal was unused and only me and the pooper were in the room.
I waited there for a minute or so assessing my options, loudly letting farts slip out. Soon, a middle-aged body-builder type white man with a shaved head came in. He waited right next to me instead of proceeding to the urinal. I decided to check the 1st floor Mens' room again, not wanting to have to keep farting in the presence of a stranger to ease the pressure, preferring to crop dust the public space of the library outside the restroom, anonymously.
With each footstep, it felt like a bowling ball was battering my sphincter. I feared it was going to come rushing out into my underwear at any time, but I persevered, and made it into the Mens' room on the 1st floor again.
The blond boy was still standing there and both stalls were still taken, but there was no one else in the room. Which meant the kid was first in line waiting for his chance to poop. This sucked, and I regretted leaving the 2nd floor restroom. After about a minute or so, the handicapped stall in the back flushed, and exited a latino teenager of about 17. As predicted, the blonde boy rushed into the stall, locked the door, dropped his pants all the way down showing off his ankles, and got started.
*PLORRRT* *plup-plup-plup*
He sounded like a bilge pump. The older boy who availed him the stall washed his hands and left. Two more people came in and stood at the urinals peeing bringing the restroom back beyond full occupancy. Then the same middle aged body builder dude I saw on the second floor entered the room.
A urinal availed itself and he did not take it, neither than I. Both of us were waiting for a stall while we could hear wiping in the near stall, and the kid loudly blatting away in the far stall. Standing there next to a stranger, listening to these sounds, while using all my willpower to keep my sphincter from giving way, was awkward. Just then, the first stall flushed, the door opened, and out came a middle-aged bearded white man with curly black hair.
As I walked toward the stall, the body builder tried to beat me to it. So I started running toward it, and he relented and let me have it, while the bearded man gave me a look of disdain as he headed toward the sink.
I quickly latched the door, dropped my pants all the way down, and before I could fully seat myself onto the toilet seat, a thick, smeary, solid log started to force my buttcheeks apart. It came out smooth, making a loud crackling noise...
*schlupft-t-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z*
It felt great. The body builder guy and the previous stall occupant both left.
I could hear the kid in the next stall wiping while a thick, wet, viscous rope of crap slid out of me. After another minute or so, the blonde boy exited the handicapped stall. I could spy through the gap in the cubicle the blonde boy washing his hands with a smile of satisfaction on his face. He then noticed me and we briefly made eye contact through the mirror, and I looked away. That was awkward. Meanwhile, the contents of my lower GI tract were loudly creeping out of me.
The blonde kid left and just as I thought I was about to have the place to myself to finish up, two brown-haired boys of about 15 years old walked in.
One took a urinal and started peeing as I spied through the gap in the cubicle a yellow arc through the mirror splashing into the porcelain, while the other boy stood there in front of the sinks and mirror jittering nervously. I heard him fart then yell "Oh God. Oh God." His friend started laughing telling him "Go take your poo. No one cares." I heard him respond "I hate public restrooms!" He quickly took the handicapped stall next to me, dropped his pants to the floor, and exploded out a bunch of gas followed by loud crackling that I could hear from the next stall over. He was moaning and sighing. His friend washed his hands and left the room.
Poop was still loudly crackling out of me too, when all of a sudden...
*ploopt*, followed by *BRA-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-P*
My fart echoed about the room and made the walls shake, as a new batch of chocolate soft serve immediately followed, this one thicker and even more smeary than the last. Then more noises.
From my stall:
*T-Z-T-Z-T-Z-t-z-sphftlmpt-t-z-t-z-T-Z^
From the neighboring stall:
*plop-plop-plapt-RORT-PLOP-PLOP-PLOP-plftshlpfmpht-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z*
I could hear the crackling in the neighboring toilet bowl echoing. It was a loud, chaotic, caca-phony of gas pockets and viscous poop sliding out of him. And by the sound of things, a bit painful for the kid expelling it. He whispered, "Ow! Ow! Ow!"
The body builder guy returned. He was not amused and took a few peeks at me through the obnoxiously-placed gap in the cubicle, then did the same to the neighboring cubicle, before deciding to awkwardly stand there and wait for one of us to finish.
*PLAT*
The last of my turd dry-docked into the porcelain at the front of the bowl, above the water line, with a tapered end. I felt at least 3 lbs lighter, but filthy down below. The wiping job was horrendous, and after about 3 minutes of wiping, wiping, wiping, and more wiping, with this body builder dude standing outside, I still wasn't getting clean. At this point, there was loud splash in the adjacent stall...
*Ker-plunk*
My neighbor then started wiping as well.
We both finished and flushed at the same time, then exited our stalls. The body builder dude gave me the stink-eye before he took the stall I was in, as me and the kid made our way to the sinks. The kid looked away from me and was clearly very embarrassed at what transpired. He left the restroom quickly, then I followed after a thorough hand washing, listening to the body builder dude have explosive diarrhea.
An hour later, when I went to get my bike, me and that brown haired kid who just an hour ago pooped next to each other, saw each other at the bike rack. He had his friend with him, and all of a sudden yelled out to his friend, "GO AWAY YOU WIERDO! THIS KID IS WEIRD!" I don't know what that was all about, but my guess is that him having to poop in public next to me while some strange buff dude looked into our stalls was more than a bit embarrassing to him. I got my bike and left.
STEPHEN . P
POOPING IN CAMPERVAN
Collected campervan from garage after an M O T yesterday drove two miles ,stopped in a layby pulled the portta pottie from the locker and had a NUMBER TOO,I have been holding it for two hours,Today I pooped again in it at 10:00 am straight after breakfast the emptied in outside drain
I have just had another poop.Annie
Explosive watery poop
Just got back from the washroom. I just got the urge for a watery poop so I went to the door, opened it, walked out of my room, put the flip flops outside my room on, turned off the light, closed the door, walked to the washroom, turned on the light, closed the door. Walked to the toilet, pulled my dark sweatpants and high cut dark green underwear down and sat on the toilet. Peed first then relaxed. Watery poop exploded into the toilet. This poop didn't stink though. It had a fruity smell, from the fruit I had earlier. Weird. After that short explosion I was done. Pushed back my sleeves, reached into the Walmart bag, grabbed the toilet paper and grabbed the last amount of it (there wasn't tons left). Wiped my vagina first then stood up and started wiping my butt really well. The toilet paper came back purple from the fruit. Yuck. Tossed it into the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear up and looked in the toilet. The toilet bowl was purple from how watery the poop was. Washroom smelled fruity too. Weird. Flushed the toilet and it went down. Flushed again since there was a purple flake still in the toilet. Washed my hands well, went to my room, dried my hands on the towel and refilled my water jug and jar (each of us who lives here has to keep those in our room to drink from and keep track of how much water we drink). I feel better though still bloated so maybe after dinner or later I can go again.
I hope everyone is staying safe, healthy and happy and is having a good Friday.
Happy pooping!
Annie
Louise
4th Grade Poo
Hi everyone, Louise here, and today I'm going to tell you a story from when I was in 4th grade. The year was 2013 I was about ten years old at the time and I arrived at school not feeling well. I can't put my finger on how exactly I felt other than icky. I ate breakfast at school as usual before stopping by the girl's room next to the office for a pee. I still didn't feel great even after I had eaten. I reached home room and sat at my desk. I made it a couple hours before I felt a very strong urge to poo. But, being an introverted person at the time I didn't tell the teacher and decided to hold it till lunch. An hour later lunchtime arrived and I couldn't stop farting as I made my way from the classroom to the girl's room. The restrooms in this particular section of the school had no stall doors, so I usually avoided them. I didn't care at this point, I had to go potty badly. I made it in, there were a pair of shoes in the first stall and an 'out of order' sign on the wall next to the second. I turned the corner to peek into the first stall. It was one of my classmates, sitting there with her legs together. "H-How long are you going to be for?" I stuttered out. She replied that it would only be a few minutes, she was almost done. I told her I didn't have a few minutes and that I needed to sit on the potty that instant. She asked if I needed to do a poo. I said yes and she giggled. After a few moments she pulled some paper off the roll and wiped her front and back. The moment she stood up I pushed her out of the way, she didn't have time to flush, I pulled my panties down around my ankles and lifted myself up onto the pot, my feet dangling. I spread my legs and groaned as I began to unleash a monster poo into the bowl. At first it was solid, then it turned into soft serve. I grunted and groaned as my little butt produced what felt like tons of poo. My classmate, who was watching with concern said that she'd only seen adults do that much poo at once. After about five minutes I finished up and wiped my butt. I had filled the pot to the point of there being little water. And I only felt a little better, I probably only got a little out, because I pooed another three times that day, twice at school, once at home, but they weren't as memorable as the first time.
Thanks for reading, Louise