Naughty piss Jack
Looking for posts and other users
This is my first post and if you can't tell by my name I love all things naughty piss related. I've been reading old posts from years back about naughty pissing. Whether it be in the car, on the carpet, in bed, etc. I was wondering if there's anyone currently posting this type of content. If anyone knows of anybody I'd be super thankful.
VioletIndigo
Stories and words
I have a few stories from recently.
Story 1:
Today I took a massive poop at home. I had my usual mid-day coffee, and then I felt a tension in my stomach. It had been a few days since the last time I pooped. Usually I go every day, I do not know why I was constipated. I walked to my bathroom, pulled down my pants, and sat down on the toilet.
I let out a pre poop fart and then soft serve started coming out of me. It just kept coming for the next few minutes, and it had a putrid odor. I live with a roommate, and I could hear her walking in the hall outside of the bathroom. I wondered if she could hear the noises I was making and smell the smells I was making.
I was pooping pretty much continuously for eight or nine minutes. I felt like I could pass out since I have passed out while pooping before. The poop started to piled out of the water. I pushed out the last bit and then peed. I always pee before and after I poop. When I pee at the end, I know I am done. I looked between my legs, it was a massive pile. Since I knew if I added any paper it probably would not flush, I flushed the poop while sitting. Surprisingly, it went down but it left marks and the water was still brown. I waited a few seconds and then I flushed again. There were still marks but the water was clear.
I started to wipe. First I wiped my front and thighs, then my butt. It was messy and gross, I had to wipe ten to fifteen times. I flushed the paper and then I washed my hands.
Story 2:
This is just a pee story. My friend and I were at a store and we went to pee. The bathroom had two stalls, a big handicapped one and a small one. I sat in the handicapped one and my friend sat in the other one. I could see her shoes. While she was peeing, she dropped her phone and swore. She was out faster than me. I get really self conscious about wiping after peeing. I do not like for there to be any moisture, so I always take longer than my friends to wipe and I use more paper. We met outside the bathroom, since by the time I was done wiping she had already washed her hands.
Story 3:
This is another pee story, this time at a gas station. This place had two stalls too. I went in the regular stall, my friend went into the large handicapped stall. We both peed. My stream started before hers, so maybe she was shy. She farted while peeing. I peed next to this same friend a few years ago while she was pooping in a public toilet at a park, that is a different story for another day though. She finished wiping and washed her hands before me, since like I said I take forever. I flushed, opened the stall door, and met her at the sink.
Story 4:
Not really much of a story, just talking about how my friend messaged me recently and said she took a massive poop and surprised herself because she only needed to wipe once. Even if there is nothing on the paper after the first wipe, I always need to check the paper just to check my work, since sometimes I surprise myself. I could never pull up my underwear and pants after only one wipe.
Responding to Catherine's questions:
1) Bathrooms outside of the home: Restrooms, bathrooms, public restrooms, toilet, toilets
2) Walls around a toilet in public where you may or may not see feet separating multiple toilets: Stalls
3) Wiping material: Toilet paper
4) Underwear you pull down: Underwear for women and men. I specify the type if I know it.
5) poop stains in underwear: Skidmarks
6) When you fart and a little poop comes out: Shart
7) Urinals: UrinalsA Brazilian Guy
A road trip to the countryside - Part 2
The trip had been going smoothly up until that point. We stopped at a restaurant to have lunch. We both eat great meals and drink large sodas. None of us visited the bathroom, as we didn't feel the need to.
Here in Brazil, we use to drink a little coffee after the lunch, don't ask me why. That day a drank not one but two little cups of coffee to keep me awake. And then, we hit the road.
About an hour after we left, I felt the coffee working on my stomach, and started to feel the need to poop. I had forgotten that coffee not only keeps me awake but also stimulates my bowels really fast.
Beatriz had been sleeping, peacefully. She then woke up, looked out the window, and said, with her sweet voice:
"Babe, can you stop somewhere? I need to pee."
I was expecting that, she drank a large soda and her bladder is quite small.
I smiled quietly to her and said:
"Yeah, I also need to stop to pee babe. But the coffee is working and I also need a number two"
She looked at me for a moment, then let out a quiet laugh.
"I knew it would happen, it always happens to you. Let's find a place to do our business."
So we started to search for a secluded spot on the road. As I said on the last post, Beatriz doesn't like public bathrooms so we had to find an alternative, but there was a problem. The road was empty, the weather was perfect, but there weren't many options. The vegetation on this area is mainly low, with large open fields, making it impossible to just pull over to the shoulder of the road, we would be too exposed.
A few minutes later, we spotted something in the distance: an old house, in ruins. It didn't look in terrible shape, but it was clearly abandoned. The roof was still intact, and the walls were standing. Beatriz was the first to suggest it:
"Babe, what do you think about trying there? Maybe it has a bathroom."
I glanced at the house and, thinking about it, realized we didn't have many choices. I agreed quickly.
"Could be. Let's try. Not many alternatives, huh?"
I turned the car onto a dirt road that led up to the house and parked behind it. I grabbed the wet wipes and got out of the car, letting out two or three airy farts that made Beatriz laugh.
"Sounds like it's really coming, haha"
"Yes, it is. Let's get in before anyone comes by."
Beatriz walked towards the house with me. The door was slightly ajar, so I pushed it open carefully. The air inside was heavy with the smell of mold and dust. The windows were broken, and the place was empty, with no furniture, just the bare structure.
The bathroom was in decent condition. It was kind of dusty, but there were no dejects or paper on the ground, and no smell either. There was a sink, a shower (without divider or bathtub), and a broken toilet. It was completely broken in half. Useless.
"Oh, no! The toilet's broken. There's no way we can use this," I said, looking at Beatriz.
She took a look too, then shrugged calmly.
"This spot is just too good to let go, we have full privacy here, but we cannot leave your poop behind, it's clean here."
She stopped for some seconds, and said:
"I have an idea, give me the car keys."
Beatriz left, and then came back with a plastic bag in her hands.
"Here, take this. We can use the sink and the shower drain to piss, and you can take a shit in this bag, so we can put it away after."
I couldn't help but laugh. Beatriz always has a solution for everything, and she makes it seem so simple. And despite the bizarre situation, her calmness made me feel like it wasn't such a big deal.
"I knew you'd have an idea, babe. You're amazing."
Then she said:
"I'm bursting for a pee, but I want to hold for you first, come on, put it out."
So I unzipped, lowered my pants in the front a little, and put my friend out. She grabbed it and directed to the sink, the high was perfect. I then started to pee. It was clear like water and the stream was strong. I pissed for approximately one minute.
As I was relieving myself, Beatriz started to do a kind of pee dance, she was really bursting for a pee. My stream finally stopped, she squeezed the last drops for me and turned back to reach the shower.
She lowered her yoga pants and panties, and squatted on the ground, on a low squat, facing front to me.
"Hey babe, you are going to make a mess, the drain is on the back of the shower." I said
She laughed, and positioned herself closer to the back wall, and started to piss on the process. And said:
"I know babe, I will try to control my stream. I really want to see you shitting in this bag, hahaha.
It was really an event, I never did this before. I took some outside shits, but this was different from pooping in the woods. I was kind of uncomfortable as Beatrice never saw me shitting outside too, but the earlier event made me feel more confident.
While her stream was getting stronger, with her piss perfectly flowing to the drain, I continued to lower my shorts and underpants to my knees, grabbed the bag and made its bottom flat, making a kind of bowl to put under my ass. I squatted facing my front to Beatriz.
At this point, we had a perfect frontal of each other, squatting at the same height. After a small airy fart, I let out, without any effort, a great quantity of smooth and soft poop. It easily slipped out of me, and made a lot of noise on the process, that echoed on the walls of the small bathroom.
" Damn babe, you really needed it". Beatriz said, as her stream was getting weaker and weaker.
I looked down and saw what it looks like a coiled large rope of poop in the bag.
"Coffee gives me the runs, you know. I have some more"
Then I gave another push and made another rope of soft poop that stood on the top of the pile. Some more small drops fell, and I felt empty.
The bathroom was kind of smelly, but it seems not to bother Beatriz. At this point, she had ended her piss, and stood up to wipe. She put her pants back on, and passed me the baby wipes. I wiped myself five times to get 100% clean, and put my clothes back too.
We put the used tissues In the bag and tied it really tight. Beatriz grabbed it and said:
"Wow, it's heavy"
And I said: "I bet yours weight a lot too, but you let them in the middle of the road."
We both laughed. Beatriz looked at me, smiling as usual.
"See, babe? It wasn't so bad. Better than a public bathroom"
So we took the bag to the car and dropped it in a trash can on the next rest stop.
By the time we got back to the road, it felt like the worst was behind us. The rest of the trip went smoothly, and that moment turned into one of those funny stories we'll eventually tell our friends. But for me, the most important thing wasn't the strange place or the improvised solution-it was the partnership we share. Even in the most bizarre situations, we always find a way to make things work, with humor and understanding. And that's what matters most.
Peace!
"Seat covers" and me don't agree!
For Alyssa:
I enjoyed your story about your public poop. Like you do, I have always sought out an end stall. Ten years ago that was because my middle school toilets didn't have stall doors and I swear some of the most obnoxious girls would come into the bathrooms in groups and pretty much try to take over. Sometimes I would need 5 minutes (that seemed 3 times as long) on the toilet before my poop would push out. Even in the end stall a few of them would yell insults at me. I was trying hard and sometimes in tears.
Once or twice a week I had to simply stand up, flush and hurry back to class. Even then, they got on me for not wiping or washing my hands. When 7th grade started mom asked about frequent skid marks in my underwear. By the 8th grade mom said I should be laying toilet paper over the school seats before I sat down. Very few of my friends did and that just added to more verbal bullying. Peeing comes easier for me than pooping when I'm away from home.
What would you have done at Target if that bathroom had been out of seat covers? I've had some bad experiences with paper seat covers. I guess that story's for next time.
Annie
Small soft poop an hour or over an hour after breakfast
Hi hopefully everyone is doing well. Got up this morning around 8:15, grabbed my Walmart bag from the floor, toothbrush and toothpaste off the desk and my water jar from the desk next to my bed, put my feet into my flip flops, went to the door, took my flip flops off, opened the door, walked out of my room, put the flip flops on, closed the door and walked to the washroom. Went pee in the washroom, washed my hands, brushed my teeth, put my toothbrush and toothpaste in my room and went upstairs for breakfast. Said good morning to my caregiver, she grunted in reply, I sat down, moved some things out of the way to make room for my dish since I knew that she was cooking. I also noticed the box of coffee to the left of me. She served spicy pork, green beans, a long white fruit or vegetable and other stuff on top of rice slathered with hot sauce. It was delicious. My caregiver's son was on the floor and he had already eaten his breakfast. I took my medications at 9 AM, thanked my caregiver's and said goodbye to her and her son for now. Went downstairs carefully after grabbing my water jar and Walmart bag. No issues there. About 10 minutes ago I got the urge to poop so I grabbed my Walmart bag, walked to the door, took my bedroom flip flops off, opened the door, walked 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, walked in, closed the door, walked to the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear down and sat on the toilet. Relaxed and peed first then pushed out a surprisingly soft small poop. I'm not sure how long it was but it didn't take long to push out. I pushed back my sleeves, reached into my Walmart bag, grabbed the toilet paper, took some off the roll, put the roll back into the Walmart bag and put the bag on the floor. Wiped my vagina first then leaned forward slightly and wiped my butt really well until there were no marks on the toilet paper. It was a really messy wiping job. When I was done I put the toilet paper into the toilet between my legs, stood up, pulled my pants and underwear up and turned to look in the toilet. Oops there was a poop stain on the toilet seat! Grabbed a small piece of toilet paper and cleaned it off well. There was a soft small poop in the toilet, maybe 1 feet long. That's small for me. I have done big poops since I was a little girl. Flushed the toilet and it went down fine. Went to the sink, washed my hands, turned off the tap, shook off the water into the sink, grabbed the Walmart bag, walked to the door, opened it, turned off the light, walked to my room, took the flip flops off outside my room, turned on the light (remember it's on the outside of my room), opened the door, went in, closed the door, put on the flip flops, dried my hands on the towel and came to bed. I hope everyone is staying safe, healthy, happy and is having a good day and week.
Happy pooping and peeing!
AnnieAmelia
Answers to common questions
I have seen some common questions asked on this thread thought I would chime in with my experience and welcome your thoughts and any further questions you might have. So here it goes!.
Do you scrunch or fold toilet paper: scrunch I feel cleaner
Do your stools sink or float : sink mostly
Do you notice skid marks on under wear : never sometimes per if I wipe in a hurry.
Have you used a doorless stall : no I have never encountered one but I have been to a venue that had frosted doors so you could kind of see the outline of a person seated on the toilet I thought that was neat
Have you ever had a poo or wee accident: no but I have come close
Do you sit or stand when wiping: sit, standing feels odd
Do you stand or sit while flushing: both. When I'm finished popping I will wipe then stand to flush.Once the bowl has refilled with clean water I sit back down and flush the toilet while seated I do this for entertainment purposes I like how the splashes feel up my booty.
To Jessica
Jessica sure I would love to hear your story about pooping at school. Happy Thanksgiving by the way! I ate too much I'll probably drop a huge load in few days lol I usually poop a lot after Thanksgiving
Austin
Rachel
Lindsey J
Lindsey, I felt so bad for you that you were so close to getting your relief and your mom made you stop pooping! Must have been horribly painful for you to hold it in. Please tell me what happened after! Did you end up getting a proper poop later on or did you go in your pants afterwards? It's so unfair of the different rules between boys and girls in your family! When someone needs to go, they need to go and should be allowed to do what they need to. I am so sorry this happened to you and I hope the situation got better for you later. Sending love your way!LC
Replies
@ Anna from Austria - I hear you on the locker room smells. I do find the artificial scents, even by themselves, particularly unpleasant. I sometimes think it's even worse when it mixes with the smell of poop. Maybe that's the same for you?
I have one family member whose house is filled with all kinds of different artificial scents and I always get strong respiratory symptoms when I visit her, sneezing, running nose, watery eyes.
Were you pleased by your big load or do you prefer to go every day instead?
@ Tricky - Thanks for the interesting stories! I appreciate all the effort you put into writing them up. In particular, I admire your unabashed manner in which you can poop at work. I certainly do not want my co-workers to know me in such way, though, I have on many occasions either walked into them taking a dump in the bathrooms or encountered their fart smells in their office, both men and women in the latter case. They probably care much less about being known in such a way than I do.
@ Jenny (SIS) - Survey Responses:
Let me know what you call them, and where you are from!!
I am from California currently, but have lived all over the US.
1) Bathrooms outside of the home (I call them Restrooms, but other parts of the world just them bluntly toilets? Who rests in restrooms?!)
A: Men's / Women's room, bathroom, restroom, facilities, lavatory, "the head" is another nickname I sometimes hear. I also work in a construction related industry, so the temp toilets on the job site have lots of more interesting names, but I am especially fond of the brand name of one such provider called "Honey Bucket".
Honey Bucket had a social media campaign at one point to see who could decorate their field toilets in the best way. Obviously it had some interesting submissions.
2) Walls around a toilet in public where you may or may not see feet separating multiple toilets (I call them stalls, I see cubicles used alot)
A: Stalls, partitions.
3) Wiping material (everyone I know calls it toilet paper, but it marketing and advertising it's never called toilet paper, it called toilet tissue)
A: Toilet paper / tissue
4) Underwear you pull down ( I call them underwear, or specifically boxers, briefs, panties, thongs...I love how in the UK they are called pants or knickers)
A: Underwear, boxer briefs, briefs, or in many cases, none at all (commando).
5) poop stains in underwear ( I call them skidmarks or skids I am reading on the internet more)
A: skidmarks, stains, poop stains. The same vocabulary is used to describe marks left in the toilet after a poo.
6) When you fart and a little poop comes out (Sharts)
A: Shart, breach, wet fart.
7) Urinals (I have not heard another name for these devices where men stand to urinate)
A: Urinals, troughs, as it is sometimes the configuration, basin.
@ VioletIndigo - I enjoyed your story about your big work poo, and thanks for the insights regarding your attitude about along with those of your male and female co-workers. I am definitely in the same camp as your male colleagues, especially if had to face down a female colleague. I sure would be embarrassed.
In that sense, I admire your carefree attitude but also can relate to the desire to maybe want to be acknowledged / connect regarding such a big poo. It can be quite satisfying. Of course, I am far too bashful about in RL and don't know anyone who would want to connect on such things, especially in the work place. It does sound fun when other relate their stories here.
Leah
Last night
I finished work at 2pm, at about 13:45 I felt a cramp hit me, like someone punched my guts, but I ignored it.
I normally walk home, but took the bus as I had a quick turn-around as I had to quickly get ready for my works Christmas party that evening, so I got home I took off all my clothes, made a cup of tea before i had an accident, walked into the bathroom lifted up the loo seat and plopped my bum down.
For all that desperation nothing was happening, I had a pee which lasted about a minute followed by a tiny plop and I could feel this huge mass of poo blocking my rectum, I didn't have time to be constipated, with a strained voice I cried out "why now"
After about 5 or 10 minutes my bathroom phone rang, my colleague Johnny was on his way to pick me up and drive us to the party. I wanted to cry so I stood up, jumped in the shower and put on the dress I had prepared for the party.
After all the water I drank that day, I was still constipated, unbelievable. This is the morning after and I still haven't been, at least now I have time. I'm thinking on buying some dulcolax, huhChakamami (Hisae, Kazumi, Maho, Mina)
A few answers
Dear Emma Two:
Congratulations to your mother, she did big row with horrid woman who said "disgusting" to you. It was lucky horrid woman walked away angry, because when she was far away, you could go behind tree and expose your beautiful bottom and splat splat splat until you empty and feel good. Your mother is understanding person. So you are lucky. Mina and Hisae and Maho also lucky, but Kazu not. (But Kazu's mother is becoming to be more understanding than before.)
Dear Lindsey: We are happy you get many answers!! We are still shock about your family's rule. We talk about it a lots. Today we were talking about it while Hisae was on green loo with naked beautiful bottom and many plops and splats take 10 minutes. Then she finish and it was Kazu's turn and she sat on loo and started cry because so shock, then her beautiful bottom suddenly explode huge explosion. She stood up, and loo was brown everywhere except front part. Hisae flushed and Kazu sat down again and began burururururururus one after another.
Maho said, better that you disobey mother's words and stay to squat beside brother and defecate and defecate until you empty. Then Kazu said with crying, But perhaps mother give to poor Lindsey many many heavy slaps. Then Maho said, which is more painful, many heavy slaps or feeling of oppression because mother force her to keep mierda inside her? Then she said, "if it is me, I defecate beside brother, and if mother slap me, (Maho's voice increases volume) I slap her many heavy slaps!!"
Kazu heard that, her bottom exploded again. Her intestine very very full this morning perhaps.
Of course, Maho is not thinking about own mother. She is imagination.
We are all agree, to defecate is our right. When we are need to defecate, we must to defecate. If there is no loo near us it's OK to defecate behind tree. For man and woman and boy and girl is same.
But Hisae said, it's true some people say defecate is not ladylike (Kazu say, "very true"!!). But it cannot help! People who think that way need to think more. And they need to be tolerance.
It is always good to defecate quietly when you can, go private place if there is no loo, try not to show everybody that your bottom is creating huge brown mountain on ground.
Lindsey, we are wonder about your age. Are you still girl or are you adult woman now?
We answer survey.
Public toilet: Rhondda parents say public toilet, public lavatory, public loo. Never bathroom because that is America. Mina thinks, restroom is OK because when we sitting there long time waiting for next defecate, it is like resting.
Wall around a toilet: We don't have special word. We say "wall"! and when Mina speak English she like to say "cubicle" but she also hear "toilet room" in Wales.
Wiping material: Japanese say "toilet paper" English word. Not "tissue".
Underwear you pull down: Mina usually say "panties" for woman and "underpants" for man. She learned these word in Wales.
poop stain: In Japan we use verb "tsuité iru". It is mean, "something there".
For shart, it is same , we use verb. "déta" it means "came out".
Urinals: Japanese word is "shôbennki". "shôbenn" means wee, actually "small-size receive oneself", while "daïbenn" is "large-size relieve oneself" mostly use in hospital. In conversation. wee is "o-shikko" and poo is "unko" or "unchi", "u" is pronounce like "oo" in "room". "Unko" is usually children.
We hope our answers OK.
Love to Everybody.
ChakamamiSTEPHEN.P
KEEPING REGULAR
Woke this morning had a wee in pottie ,put on dressing gown went downstairs,filled kettle and switched on.I put milk and tea bags into mugs
I had to go a NUMBER TOO so took bedpan from brush cupboard placed it on floor by fridge took off dressing gown and pants tore four sheets from the kitchen towel dispenser then sat on bed pan . had a short we then pushed and had a poo the kettle now boiled ,pushed again another bowel movement then a wee then wiped ,put on dressing gown and took bed pan to bonfire a quick rinse under the water butt and left to dry.
I switched the kettle on had a dose of LAXIDO ,made tea then went into room and drankCatherine
Responses
Chakamami: Thank yoiu, Mina and the three crushes, for your kind words! We are all feeling better today! I hope that you all are well!
Alyssa: That sounds like it was an amazing poop. The only way to get over the shyness of going in public is just to do it, just like you did. However, you need to feel safe. I understand your concern about the gaps in the stalls. Welcome!
Lindsey J: I am so sorry that you were brought up with different rules about pooping. While my mother always has been a "lady" and raised me to be "lady-like" she never denied me the opportunity to poop in public. We need to end the "girls don't poop" stigma immediately!
Denise: I hope you are well! Would love to hear more from you!
Jenny: I hope you and Joey had a great Thanksgiving!
Victoria and Robyn: I hope you both are well! Miss You!
Kristi: If you happen to be reading, I hope you are well! We would love to hear from you!
And I hope the SPAS are doing well - Shannon, Trina, Sarah E, I hope that you will come back to welcome Denise!
Love to all!
Catherine!
Catherine
Question
I hope this does not violate the forum!
Can you think of any surnames that suggest pooping? We watched Indiana Jones and the lead actress's name is Alison Doody. Of course you know that "doodie" is my favorite word for pooping. It made me chuckle when I saw her name on the credits. I had forgotten about her. I remember a girl that I had class with in college whose last name was Butts. She was very pretty too...
Do you know anyone that has, for lack of a better term, a scatological last name?
Love to all!
Catherine!