Heather
Roadtrip disaster
A little about me I'm 35, have two daughter a 3 and 5 year old and I have struggled with lactose intolerance and ibs d and c for about 20 years now.. over Christmas me and my youngest daughter went to go stay with my mom about 5 hours away my oldest stayed with her dad at his house. When I travel my stomach gets really weird and I had been pretty constipated for about three days. Christmas day we had a big dinner with turkey and Mac and cheese ect. Normally I wouldn't eat the dairy(i LOVE cheese) but I figured it might help get things moving.. that night I only was able to pass a couple pebbles but I felt better, we had to leave the next day away to have lunch with my grandpa about 30 minutes away and then head home. When he asked haley my 3 year old daughter what she wanted she said pizza, which I Normally would never do anymore but he insisted we go where she wanted, this place had nothing but pizza and salad so I had three pieces of pepperoni pizza knowing I had a long drive and I didn't want to be stopping. I had been so constipated anyway it would be fine... right? We had a good meal and said goodbye and got on the road, and I started feeling a little bit gassy so I was going to take some lactaid but that bottle was empty. So I went ahead and grabbed some imodium out of my purse and took 3 just incase, I was feeling super gassy and passing some rotten gas pretty often but I felt fine until about 30 minutes later my ???? started to really churn and make noises, I started to get a little worried but I kept driving because haley was napping and I didn't want to have to wake her.. cut to a couple minutes later and my stomach was really rolling and I knew I had to find a exit with a bathroom and fast. I can't stand using public bathrooms and I have a 3 year old with me but I had no choice, my stomach started knotting up and I was sweating, I kept trying to fart but it felt like everything was just going to pour out of me... I found a exit about a mile up with a target and pulled off found a spot and tried to compose myself because I felt like if I moved I was going to explode everywhere, I managed to get haley woke up and out of her carseat picked up up and headed towards the store, probably waddling like a crazy person I was clenched so tight. It felt I had 10 milkshakes blending in my stomach we got about halfway to the back bathroom and I just stopped in my tracks and had to let a stream of pure liquid diarrhea out in my Jean colored leggings. But I managed to regain control and finally made to the back bathroom and the family bathroom was out of order that would be my luck I quickly went in the regular bathroom 4 stall 3 were taken besides the handicap stall thank God. Every step I took I went a little, I sat haley down and turned to the toilet and before I could get sat down it just started pouring out of me, a very hard 10 second stream of nothing chunky liquid nastiness that had been backed up 4 days followed by a booming gurgling fart that lasted about 3 seconds I look down it's all down my thighs and legs and in my pants, the lady beside me huffed and said MY GOD under her breath, to make matters worse my stomach cramped and right as I exploded again haley noticed this and said mommy why did you poop your pants? Very loudly. I was mortified. I sushed her and whispered mommies really sick sweetheart. My stomach was absolutely boiling and the lady beside us said something about the stench again and haley said mommy you STINK I shushed her as my stomach cramped again and I just poured more and more into the toilet.. while having the worst gas.. the toilet and my legs and leggings were a complete mess and I left the car in such a hurry I didn't get any baby wipes, my stomach was cramping so bad I just rocked and cried and tried to control haley... about 20 minutes later when I was finally done I cleaned my leggings and legs the best I could and picked haley up and walked out as fast as I could, the toilet was completely wrecked from me already having diarrhea in my pants and having to sit down. I just put a bag in my seat and left... I had another diarrhea attack about 30 minutes before I got home, I couldn't hold it, just a bubbly gurgling mess that smelled like idk even. All I could do is cry and hold my stomach. My fiance Emily helped me get our daughter out and helped me to the bathroom where I exploded again as she ran me a shower and did her best to comfort me.. I've had alot of embarrassing things with my ????, but most never in public especially with a 3 year old that's asking why mommy has diarrhea in her pants at the top of her lungs... anyway, cheers yall. If you have similar stories please share. I can't be alone..Princess Toadstool Peach
Using a clean Outhouse and disturbed by the Neighbour's Dog
Hello everyone I am Princess Toadstool Peach and have I got a true story to tell. Today I was cleaning up the house for one of my neighbours because I am a kind person. Until just when I was relaxing and enjoying a bowl of nuts and bran and a cup of orange juice. I had to use the bathroom but much to my shock there was no toilet in there. Only a note "Our toilet outhouse is outside in the backyard. Bring your own toilet paper." I rush back home and get myself a roll of toilet paper as well as a newspaper and head over to the outhouse and open the door it's one of those ugly black seated ones with no lid and a handle which your use your feet to flush when you're done. I don't have time to argue I closed the door, walked over to the toilet, lifted up my dress, put the toilet paper on the holder, pull down my panties to my ankles, give my bottom a little wiggle and then sit down on the outhouse toilet adjusting myself and squatting as I read the newspaper. I'm so glad that this is a clean outhouse. But guess whom interrupts before I get the 1st nugget of poo out of my bottom poo hole? (????: WOOF WOOF!!) If you guessed the Neighbour's Dog or as I call him Sniffy Long Droppings you are quite right. Please go away I ask him nicely. But the dog wouldn't go away sniffing what I might be doing in there. I just sigh and begin to peewee tinkle loudly "TSSSSSSSSSSSSSSssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhh tinkletinkle dripdripdrop!!" the Dog just barks thinking I may have a hose in there. But I shush him and start pooing my dump waste out. "PLOOP PLOP PFFFFFFFTTTTTT SPLASH TOOT PAAARRRRPPPP PLUNKPLUNKPLUNK!!!" the Dog continues to bark but I take no notice as I grab some toilet paper and wipe my vagina between my legs and my bottom front and back. Then I get up and just when I'm about to pull my panties up the dog grabs ahold of my panties and I begin this Tug of war with him. "DROP IT!! DROP IT RIGHT NOW!!" I yell tugging as hard as I could until RRRRIPPP!! My lovely pink panties are torn. I'm so angry about this I wish I could get that restraining order against this pet but he's not my dog unfortunately so I have to go bottomless or wear my panties with a big tear in it revealing my bottom for the rest of the day great! I pull down my dress and use my foot to press the lever to flush the outhouse toilet. It wasn't a good day and to make things worse I missed out on my favourite show "The Super Mario Brothers Super Show" perfect. Well hopefully things will turn out for the best for me soon. And I don't have to worry about that troublesome pet again. Bye bye now. (???: Woofwoof!) Quiet you!!Jessica
Arena poop
Hey Guys! Happy New Year! I haven't posted in about two month cause I'm been really busy with Christmas, work and of course the new year, but I did have a very interesting poop over the weekend. I went to watch a basketball game with my friend Leslie. I'm not much of a basketball fan myself, but Leslie is a huge fan and I go to a game every now and then with her. Despite not knowing much, I do enjoy watching the games. The stadium provides a great atmosphere and always gets me in a good mood. While watching the game I had a hot dog, nachos, and several beers. I'm not sure if it's just me, but beers often give me the bubble guts. Having one is okay, but anything over two will give me major gas and stomach issues. But of course, I always forget that in the moment and end up paying for it. Shortly after halftime, when we returned to our seats, I got a huge urge to poop. I tried to hold it in and wait until after the game but my stomach was seriously hurting. I told Leslie that I needed to go to the washroom and made my way over to the closest washroom, which was right outside the entrance to our section. It was relatively empty since most people had just gotten back to their seats from the halftime break. There were a few people washing their hands but all the stalls were open. I took the closest one and immediately unzipped my jeans and pulled down my green thong. Without any effort, I let out a long bubbly fart which lasted about 5 seconds. The others in the washroom definitely heard it and I was extremely embarrassed, but I couldn't control myself. I was a bit tipsy at the moment and honestly didn't care to hide anything. I sat up slightly and used my hands to spread my butt checks before sitting back down. I find this makes it easier to clean at the end and leaves less skid marks on my underwear. Anywho, I gave a light push and more bubble farts started to come out of me followed by multiple small strings of poop. The poop was very thin and came out of my butt very quickly. It was not liquid, but it was very soft. My friend Leslie sent me a text and asked if I was okay. I replied and told her I was pooping my guts out and sent her a selfie on the toilet. She told me to hurry up since the game was close and it was almost about to end. I pushed as hard as I could and endless amounts of soft serve poop came out of me for the next 8 minutes. I was finally finished. There was no more poop inside me, but I was still very gassy. I could have stayed seated to release more gas, but I didn't want to miss the end of the game. I quickly wiped my butt, which only took four wipes since my ass was spread wide the entire time. I made it back to my seat and enjoyed the rest of the game with Leslie and ended up spending the rest of the night at her place to catch up. Hope you enjoyed my story :)Thunder
Mina , Maho's Relief
Thank you Mina for the posts on Maho 's constipation and relief . I wish I had someone to help me through a constipated motion. I can only get to my therapist occasionally. When I push really hard sometimes I feel like I am going to faint and I can be very exhausted after a BM . Ever since 1st January I have had very hard poos . Some of it feels so hard to the tough . Certainly a # 1 on the Bristol Stool Chart . I have been taking my Osmolax and it worked like a treat yesterday . Went twice and very easily yesterday morning and in the afternoon at work sat on the toilet for a wee and as I relax, my body shot a whole lot of poo. I had no urge before hand at all it just happened.
In Australia, we also have.All Bran.
Thanks for reading
Thunder
Anna Beth
Huge Poop Today
Listen, I needed to share this somewhere.
I took the biggest dump imaginable today. I'm a girl in my early 20's. I'm above average height, fit and curvy. People say I'm pretty and compliment my figure. I work out and jog to stay in shape and I eat a lot. I normally go everyday or every other day. But I had not gone to the bathroom since Friday.
I felt yuck until I downed a Celsius before work this morning. As soon as I got out of my car I felt everything move and that familiar feeling came back in my rear end signaling time to deliver chocolate to the porcelain palace. My stomach cramped, giving me a double whammy!
I walked straight to the break room and then went to the bathroom. They are only single restrooms so I would have privacy.
I sat down and let nature take its course. It felt SO GOOD!!
But when I stood up I couldn't believe how long and thick it was. It had to be well over a foot long and two inches thick minimum. I got my cell phone to document this!
I'm glad I did it at work. It would have clogged my toilet at home!Nina
Reply Anna from Austria
I visit public toilets quite often and I also often encounter a shortage of toilet paper. In the office building where I work, there is a staff toilet, which usually has toilet paper, and on the ground floor there is a toilet, it is clean, open to everyone, but there is no toilet paper. Sometimes I go to this toilet to pee, but sometimes I poop when the urge arises. I admit that I do not always take tissues with me to this toilet and therefore I do without wiping.
I remember well the first feeling of my dirty ass, it was in my early childhood, which I spent in the village. My friend and I were riding our bikes and stopped at a forest plantation to go to the toilet. My friend said that she needed to take a crap, which coincided with my desire. We found a comfortable place, sat down not far from each other and started to take a crap. Soon after, my friend stood up and, without wiping herself, pulled up her panties and adjusted her skirt. We did not have napkins with us, and in such cases I usually wiped myself with leaves from the bushes. I asked my friend why she did not wipe herself. But she only said that she did not see a problem in doing without wiping. Then, without thinking twice, I just stood up and pulled up my panties too. At first, I did not feel anything and even forgot about my dirty ass for a while, until we got on our bikes and rode away. When we stopped, I felt my panties were between my buttocks, and I decided to adjust them. Then I felt wet and sticky.. Later. When I decided to pee, I took off my panties and saw a large frayed brown stain on the gusset. Before, I only noticed a few small stripes in this area, but now there is a significant brown stain. I don't know why, but I remembered this experience and later I began to repeat it more often. Now I do not feel dependent on the presence of toilet paper when I go to the toilet. I do not think that some limited time spent with an unwiped bottom can hurt.
Not weird, just autistic
Poor interoception
This happened quite a few years ago, in my 20s, I'm in my late thirties now...
It started while I was walking through the woods with my mum. I have poor interoception, which means I'm not always aware of what's happening inside my body until it becomes really urgent. At first, I just felt this vague discomfort in my stomach-like a heaviness that I thought I could ignore. But as we kept walking, the feeling became more noticeable, like an uncomfortable pressure that was hard to describe but impossible to ignore.
The terrain didn't help. Every step on the uneven ground made the sensation worse. The pressure in my abdomen started building, and I couldn't figure out how to manage it. I kept shifting my weight and adjusting my posture, trying to make it less intense, but it wasn't working. My heart was racing, and everything felt louder and brighter around me, adding to my sensory overload.
I told my mum, "I don't think I can wait much longer," but even as I said it, I wasn't fully sure how urgent it was. That's one of the tricky things about poor interoception-I don't always notice how bad things are until they're about to happen. My mum tried to reassure me, saying we'd be home soon, but I could feel my body tensing up. The pressure kept growing, and soon it was all I could focus on.
I stopped walking, pressing my legs together and bending forward slightly. It felt like the only way to keep some control. But even that wasn't enough. I could feel my body starting to take over, and I told my mum again, "I really can't hold it anymore." She paused and said gently, "It's okay. Just do what you need to do."
That was when I realized there wasn't a way out-I had to let go. I stood there for a moment, frozen, before bending my knees slightly and letting my body do what it needed to. The sensation of release was immediate and overwhelming. At first, there was this huge sense of relief, like a pressure valve finally opening. The warmth spread slowly, and I could feel the weight in the back of my clothes growing as everything settled.
It was strange and uncomfortable at first. The bulge pressed against me as it grew larger, and I was hyper-aware of the sensations. At the same time, I couldn't deny that the relief was immense. Once it was over, I stood there for a moment, unsure of how to move. Walking felt awkward because of the size of the bulge-it was heavy and shifted slightly when I moved.
I spotted a tree stump nearby and decided to sit down for a moment. Sitting felt strange at first because the bulge flattened slightly under my weight, pressing more firmly against me. I wasn't sure how I'd feel about it, but to my surprise, it was oddly soothing. The pressure spread evenly, and the warmth was comforting in a way I hadn't expected. I even felt a pleasant shiver run through me as I adjusted to the sensation.
When I finally stood up, I instinctively squeezed my buttocks together, which made the bulge reappear more prominently. It was an odd but exciting feeling that caught me off guard. I held it for a moment, then relaxed again and focused on walking back to the car.
The car ride home added another layer to the experience. Sitting down caused the bulge to flatten even more, and the pressure and warmth became more noticeable. At first, it was a little overwhelming, but I found myself relaxing into it as the car hummed along. About halfway through the drive, I realized my bladder was starting to feel full. The urge built steadily, and by the time we reached home, I knew I couldn't hold it.
As I stepped out of the car and felt the cool air, I couldn't stop the release. The warmth spread downward in a steady flow, and the relief was just as intense as before. It was comforting and satisfying to let it happen, and I stood there for a moment, just breathing deeply and taking it all in.
When everything was done, I felt surprisingly at ease. The experience had been strange and unexpected, but it left me feeling calm and grounded in a way I didn't anticipate. Despite the embarrassment, I wouldn't mind repeating it if I ever found myself in a similar situation again.Elsie
Kimberly C.H's Survey
1. What's your most bizarre poop experience (i.e., caught short on a hike, etc.)?
I went to a music festival, and someone had set up a camp toilet near the porta-potties. No barrier, just fully out in the open. Most people were still waiting for the porta-potty cubicles with locking doors, but those of us who couldn't wait and/or didn't care about privacy waited in the shorter line for the camp toilet. I was in that line because I had to pee and poo really badly, but I also must admit I was curious. Curious both about seeing all these strangers on the toilet seat with their pants down, and about what it would feel like to poo in such an exposed setting. When it was my turn, I was nervous, but it was ultimately liberating. I can tell that story in more detail if anyone would like me to.
2. Memorable childhood poop incidents?
This is from my middle school years. I was badly constipated - I hadn't pooed in about 3 or 4 days, which was unusual for me because I usually pooed at least once a day if not more. My mom was really worried about it and would ask me about it every day.
Anyways, I was at my friend Lauren's house and she came to pick me up. I had felt like I really had to poo but I was holding it in because I didn't want to poo at Lauren's house at all, let alone struggle on the toilet for a long time and then cause a blockage.
But after we said goodbye and before we got to the car, a big cramp hit me and I suddenly doubled over. My mom asked me what was wrong, and if I had to poo. I had to admit that I did, but insisted I could wait until we got home. I really couldn't, but I would have rather pooed my pants in my mom's car than go back into Lauren's house and block her toilet.
Unfortunately, my posture (I could barely stand, let alone walk) spoke for itself.
So my mom, without asking me, knocked on the door, and when Lauren's dad answered, she asked if I could use their bathroom. He said sure. My mom took me by the hand and ushered me into their house. My poo had already started to come out, so I had to clench my bum really hard. Lauren gave me a strange look as I waddled along.
My mom guided me into the bathroom, and told me she'd be right outside if I needed her. I closed the door behind me and lamented that there was no lock. I yanked my pants down to my ankles, and immediately sat down. This poo that had previously felt too hard to come out started coming out of me - slowly, but almost effortlessly.
Outside the bathroom door, I could hear my mom talking to Lauren's parents. They were being pretty quiet, but I clearly heard her say, "Sorry about this. She just has a ???? ache." I felt so embarrassed.
Once my poo came out far enough that it was at its widest point, it paused. I groaned from the pain. Immediately, my mom knocked on the bathroom door and asked if I was alright.
I told her that I was fine, but through my strained voice, I wasn't very convincing. She gently knocked, and, without waiting for my answer, she came in. The bathroom in our house was never locked when we were peeing, so we saw each other on the toilet plenty. But we usually locked it for a poo. It had been years since the last time anyone had been in the bathroom with me while I was pooing.
My mom sat on the edge of the bathtub and asked me how "it" was going. In a whisper, I explained that my poo was halfway out and it felt stuck. While I explained, I started tearing up. She gave me a hug and then looked around the bathroom for a stepping stool. There wasn't one. While she looked for a stepping stool, I looked for a plunger, and realized that was also not available. I felt a spike of embarrassment.
She gently removed the plastic bag from their garbage can, turned the garbage can upside down, and told me to place my feet on it. I did so. Then she started rubbing my belly and asked me to try again. I started pushing, and although it hurt, the poo did start to move again. I tried not to make any noise, but with the pain and the effort, I made straining noises, and a few "OW"s that were louder than I would have liked.
Soon enough the gigantic poo plopped into the toilet. I scooched back on the toilet seat to get a better look. It was about the size of a softball, and looked like it was made of a bunch of smaller hard pieces of poo that were stuck together. My mom asked if I felt like I had more in me. I answered yes - because I did - but I didn't want to make the clog any worse, and I didn't want to sit here longer than I had to. So I asked her if we could 'finish this at home'. She said yes.
I also told her I didn't think it would flush, and asked her to go get a plunger. I did that for two reasons: 1: I didn't want to have to ask for a plunger myself, and 2: I wanted her out of the bathroom while I wiped myself.
As I wiped my bum and pulled my pants up, I could hear my mom saying to Lauren's mom, "I'm so sorry about this but I think we're going to need a plunger." I felt so humiliated, even though I knew Lauren's mom would be sweet and tactful. I wondered where Lauren was and how much of this she was privy to.
When my mom re-entered the bathroom, I flushed, and predictably, my poo didn't budge. She plunged it while I stood there awkwardly.
Later, talking to Lauren, I learned what she'd been privy to - practically everything. Definitely enough to know what was going on. Her parents sent her to her room because they sensed it was something sensitive, but nonetheless, she tried her hardest to listen in, and got the gist of what was happening. She did tease me about it, but not in a mean way, and never in front of anyone else. It wasn't too long after that that Lauren pooed in a stall next to me for the first time. I think my embarrassing experience made her feel more comfortable about that sort of thing. I never felt comfortable around her parents after that, though, even though they were nice as ever and never brought it up.
3. Have you wiped someone else's behind & do you remember what it was like?
Only my baby nephew. It's gross, but whatever, it needs to be done.
4. Have you ever seen someone pooping outside of the bathroom (like out in the world)?
I once caught a glimpse of a guy squatting with his shorts down while I was on a hike. I didn't stick around though.
5. Most unexpected poop experience?
See number 2...
Hisae (translated by Mina)
Dear Anna from Austria
We always love to read your posts.
I had similar experience with yours. I was 17 and in senior high school. I went to concert with my friends. In interval, I needed loo very much, I had strong stomachache. Many toilets in concert hall, some were Japanese style, some were Western style, I was lucky I got Western style one. Of course I had to wait, there was huge queue.
I sat down with bare bottom and burururururu started at once and didn't stop for 2~3 minutes. I did wee with doing bururururururu. Then I looked and there was huge pile of mushy with horrendous fragrance. I flushed twice, then sat down to clean my bottom, then flushed again and went out of loo.
I gave little bow to next woman in line, to say "I'm sorry kept you waiting", she answered with little bow and went into toilet which I came out. She had poker face. Nobody gave angry look to me. Everybody seem to think, if you gotta go you gotta go, like Mina often read in this site. I washed hands and went back to my friends. They said with eyes, "you did defecate didn't you?"
"Yes"
"I hope you feel good"
"thank you"
Concert started again after that.
I think most women and maybe also men don't care about loo so long as it isn't too dirty, for example mierda on floor next to loo or mierda on seat. I don't like skid mark so I used loo paper to erase, but in Japan most people don't care, they say "shikata ga nai", it means "we can't help". Maybe most women and girls, include my friends, think that if you are a diarrhoea, you have to do defecate huge volume and nobody needs mock you. One of my friends was in cubicle beside my cubicle and I think she told our friends, "Chae is a diarrhoea" but nobody snigger. (She could hear my bururururururu noise, but she finished her wee while I still making noise.) Everyone my friends hope that I am healthy girl.
We all think that you, Anna, were surround by women who think same thing. They also make horrendous fragrance sometimes, and leave skid mark sometimes. Anyone who try complain is nasty woman, you don't need listen. We are happy nobody said nothing.
We hope you can always defecate with happy feeling and we hope you are good health and happy all the time.
We say same thing to everybody, Love to everybody.
Hisae, and Chakamami Family
Tuesday, January 14, 2025
Anna Beth
Mushy Release
I wrote about having the huge poop yesterday. Today's poop was not as enjoyable. I don't like soft, mushy poops. I feel dirty and embarrassed.
Maybe tomorrow's will be solid. Until then...
Tricky
Embarrassing Poop Emergency at Work Pt2
This is a continuation of my previous entry, "Embarrassing Poop Emergency at Work Pt1".
As I sat on the Ladies' room toilet, the copious gas audibly but softly filtered through the poopjam blocking my colon coming out with a muffled...
*pof-fffftt-pfffttt-poot*
The solid log of poop slowly started coming out, crackling louder with a...
*plooft-z-t-z-T-z-T-z-T-z-T-z-T-z-T-z-T-z-T-z-T*
It was wet, very smooth, hard, bulky, heavy, and extremely slow. It came out like wet water-based clay. I didn't have to push. It was coming out involuntarily as I felt a very sour, bloated, full, cramped, stretched-to-its-limits, and slightly nauseous feeling all over my lower abdomen, zaps of pain and spasms tickling my guts in random places. Yet it felt oddly blissful as I felt the pressure inside of myself slowly shift around, my insides slowly pushing out increasing amounts of this foul-smelling, sticky waste as one continuous, uninterrupted, thick, hard rope, millimeter by millimeter, on its own time. It felt awesome.
About 5 minutes passed, and it was still coming out at a glacial pace, consistently, involuntarily and effortlessly, crackling. It had my o-ring stretched to its limit, but it wasn't painful anymore and gently tickled my anus as it slowly moved out, now continuously. I knew from experience not to push, strain, or rush this massive payload, lest it get very painful to pass or cause anal bleeding. It was too big for that, and I had to let it out on its own time at its own pace, as I sat there, worried I'd need to get the plunger when I was done. It was also very smeary. I felt the lengthy rope of poop forcefully pushing upwards on my butt as it pushed itself against the porcelain bowl, leaving thick, warm smears of filth all over my buttcheeks and also the inside of the toilet bowl, already above the water line, with plenty more still coming out of me. I enjoyed every sensation of it as I was reading the magazine, taking my time as was habit whenever I needed to poop at this workplace. I needed all the time that was reasonable to complete the task.
I heard footsteps in the cafeteria get closer to the door. The restroom door opened and I heard a stopper deployed to keep it propped open. As this wet, smooth, filth-covered dirt-dragon was still slowly slithering out of my butthole, I briefly saw Mel's face through the gap in the stall as she entered the restroom. We locked eyes. She quickly turned around and faced away from me upon realization that she was now seeing me through the massive stall gap sitting on the toilet, mid-poop, with my pants/underwear at my shoes, hairless ankles/legs/butt exposed, and magazine on my lap. The stall gap was at least 2 inches wide and left nothing to the imagination, as I recalled how much of the toilet was visible through the gap just by standing at the entrance. I was certain she saw my face and left buttcheek as we made eye contact.
*BRA-A-A-A-P*
A loud, crackling fart slipped out and the door slammed shut as I felt a wave of embarrassment come over me. Mel just saw me siting on the toilet pooping and she heard that loud fart.
5 more minutes passed as I continued pooping, nowhere close to being finished, massive log still loudly crackling it's way out of me. There was a knock on the door and it cracked open. With a sense of embarrassment, Mel said "Uh, sorry to bother you kiddo, but are you still on the toilet?"
I didn't know what to say or do as one or two long and awkward seconds passed, before I figured out to say something. I was embarrassed that she saw me through the gap earlier and heard the tell-tale fart. There was zero mystery as to what I was doing, and I was now reminded of her intrusion minutes ago. "Yeah."
More awkward silence for a few more seconds, except for the audible sounds of gassy poop involuntarily crackling out of my butt while she held the door ajar, obviously not wanting to see a partial but generous view of me the toilet again. I knew she could hear it coming out of me from the door, as I could hear the crackling/farting echoing in the toilet bowl and about the walls of the restroom.
*t-Z-t-Z-t-Z-T-z-T-z-T-z-T-z* *pfft*
She was now impatient, perhaps annoyed. "You've been in here for almost 15 minutes and I need to get my tools. I can't finish the Mens' room without them. Will you be much longer?"
All I could do was awkwardly say "Yeah. It was a bit of an emergency and I'm still going.", drowning in my shame.
This was very embarrassing. She was standing outside less than 5 feet away from where I sat. I could see the door slightly ajar through that obnoxiously sized and placed gap in the stall and knew that if she walked in she'd get a good view of me on the crapper again, as a massive rope of crap was still slowly working its way out of my asshole. I didn't say anything as more seconds passed, poop crackling out. She continued, "You said you had to pee. You coulda' said you needed to do a #2. I coulda' gotten everything outta' here before you sat down."
I heard the door get propped all the way open again as Mel said with barely concealed embarrassment combined with annoyance, "I hate to intrude, but I gotta' get back to work. Jim(the manager) just left to the hardware store and he's not here to get my tools out for me. I won't look at ya'."
She walked in facing the stall but looking down at my feet and away from the side gap, well aware of the big gaps showcasing me as the toilet user, clearly wanting to minimize her interaction with me in such an awkward shituation. The dirt dragon was still audibly slithering out of me, crackling, and I knew she could hear it. Even focused on my reading material I could see within my peripheral vision her struggle to fold the ladder and exit, trying her best to avoid looking through the gap at me. I tried to halt my sounds or progress as she re-entered facing the stall again, turning to her left to get to the tool cart, but it hurt and it started quickly and more loudly coming out in response to my attempt to slow/hold it.
While standing right in front of the stall door perhaps only two feet from me, she turned around to get the tool cart oriented to get it through the narrow doorway. She pushed hard on the heavy cart, not wanting to be in here any longer than needed, getting it caught on the door stopper. The abrupt noise of the wheel hitting the door stopper was loud and startled me a bit. My nerves were already on edge with this lady having intruded upon my solitude. Without warning, the gas and poop came rushing out.
*BRAURT-T-T-T* *PLAPT-thup*
There wasn't even any water left to make a splash, as it was all covered with poop, the tip of the turd loudly landing on the side of the toilet bowl, revealing its density and weight. The noise all loudly echoed about the toilet bowl and the walls shook just the same as they always did in the Mens' room during particularly loud bowel movements. She heard it all. I was extremely embarrassed. I meekly uttered, "Sorry."
She was standing in front of the stall door with her back turned to me, now resting against the stall door for what was maybe two long and awkward seconds, literally less than one foot of distance in front of my shoes, trying to look away from the mirror that partially exposed me via stall gap while she maneuvered the cart. She said, "No need to be ashamed. It's a restroom. We all do the same thing here."
I heard the cart get loudly rolled out, as she notified me "Ok, kiddo. I'm out now!" The door shut. Her intrusion was done and over within about 30 seconds. It felt like minutes. I was relieved she was gone from the room. A second dirt snake now slithered its way out of my ass, with the same involuntary urgency of the first, but it was slightly thinner and much faster, while every bit as smeary and messy as the first.
*t-Z-t-Z-t-Z-T-z-T-z-T-z-T-z-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-z-z-z-z-z-z-z* *pooffft* *t-Z-t-Z-t-T-z-T-z-T-z-T*
The restroom now stunk with a thick aroma, like poison mushrooms consuming a rotten tree trunk. It had a nutty odor. All of my poop coiling up above the waterline was the source of the stink. As Mel was pushing the tool cart to the Mens' room, I heard the manager walk into the cafeteria. He hadn't left after all.
Mel greeted him in slight frustration, "Where've YOU been!? <My name omitted>'s still in the restroom, and I needed you to go in and get my tools!"
I heard my manager(Jim) remark, "I went to get the ladder from the closet but it wasn't there. I loaded the old fixtures in the truck."
Melanie responded, "Sorry. I left it in the Ladies' room while I ate a quick bite, but <my name omitted> went in to leave a deposit. I'm in a hurry trying to get everything done and I thought you left to the hardware store. I had no choice but to walk in on him."
Jim replied, "No, I haven't got everything in the truck yet. Is he still on the pot?"
Mel, sounding awkward and embarrassed, laughing: "Yeah. I hope I didn't embarrass him."
Jim: "Ha! It's been 15 minutes. He must be taking a big one."
Mel: "Yeesh. I feel bad for violating his privacy."
Jim: "He shouldn't mind. He brings a magazine with him just like I do. Everyone knows it."
Mel laughed, "Whatever helps you guys get comfortable enough to relax, I guess. I took one just before he got here, but I didn't get the Ladies' room cleaned yet. I left the toilet a mess."
Jim replied, "I'll have him do the cleaning. For as long as he's been in there, it will probably still be mess when he's done. Don't worry. Get the tools set up in the Mens' room again and keep at it."
Mel, chuckling, "Alrighty. I'll be glad when this is done. The new restrooms will be so much nicer."
I heard her rearranging the tool cart, as my manager walked to the Ladies' room. Cracking the door, he politely but jovially asked me, "Is this how you keep your girlish figure? How much longer before you finally get to work, crapping kiddo?"
I nervously answered, still pooping, knowing a lot of cleanup was needed, "At least 5 more minutes."
He then calmly remarked, "Alrighty. Don't let your legs fall asleep from sitting too long!"
I heard Mel laughing hysterically at the banter, as she rolled her cart to the supply closet in effort distance herself from this awkward scene, yelling, "Jiiiiim! Leave the poor kid alone already!"
He shut the door, leaving me to finish in solitude. I only needed another 2 minutes or so to empty myself. I felt a very satisfying vacuum in my colon once it was out. A mountain of coiled brown poop filled the bowl. The little water that could be seen was like a murky, deep, brownish green moat surrounding this impenetrable citadel of crap. It was a solid, sticky, messy, smeary, stinky pile of crap that came out of me, probably weighing no less than four pounds. Worried that adding toilet paper would clog it, I activated a powerful flush that mercifully didn't clog or flood the floor. I think I made the right call as I heard lots of water barely sputtering its way down, leaving errant nuggets and three large softball-sized chunks of my poop still in the bowl, bobbing up and down. I flushed a second time to get rid of it all before wiping. The bowl was still coated in thick brown streaks. Another 7-8 minutes was spent thoroughly wiping my messy poop-smeared ass with lots of non-absorbent industrial toilet paper. I needed it, and looked forward to taking a shower when I got home as well. I had poop all around my hole, down to my upper legs, and even a little that somehow got onto my lower back just below my shirt. No matter how many times I wiped, I could never get fully clean, and I called it quits around the time that each new wipe revealed only a small streak of brown. I clearly still had lots of soft poop in my GI tract that had nothing substantial behind it to push it out, as I felt a strong vacuum sensation in my colon from the mass that had just vacated. The toilet paper barely went down on the third flush.
My manager came in as I flushed for the fourth time, 10 minutes after he last addressed me. While exiting the stall, I could see a bunch of dark brown, oily, nutty, sticky skidmarks well above the water line saturating the entirety of the toilet bowl, with some smaller partially-washed streaks still trailing into the drain of the toilet and beyond the s-bend, not erased even by the strong flushes of this thirsty WWII-era fixture. The room still stunk. This all meant that my next task was cleaning the Ladies' room, as there was no dedicated janitor and you were expected to clean up your messes here. My manager rushed to the stall as I washed my hands, using the toilet for a piss, not even lifting the seat or latching the door. I awkwardly told him, knowing that he could see the brown, stinky carnage left in my wake, "I'll be back to clean the toilet."
My manager, now loudly urinating, splashing his stream directly into the water, said, "That's what I was hoping. Not fair for Mel to deal with THIS shit! Your job tonight is to clean the building. Mel's gonna get the Mens' room ready for tomorrow."
I was very embarrassed. He obviously saw the mess I left in that toilet bowl. It was in far worse condition than when I first sat down on it, and that bowl was already a smeary mess then, thanks to Mel. He flushed and zipped up. As he washed his hands, I chased down Mel at the supply closet to get the cleaning supplies.
She asked me while failing to hide her knowing smirk, "Do you need the plunger again, Mister?"
I responded, "No ma'am."
I was embarrassed at her acknowledgment of what I just did, coupled with her matter-of-fact sincerity, reminding me that she still recalled when I clogged the Mens' room commode with an unflushable turd. She knew what I just did and even saw and heard me on the toilet just minutes ago.
She said, "You flushed it four times. I'm not judging you, but the plumbing here sucks. That's why the bathrooms are getting new pipes. Unfortunately, we have to change out these fixtures. Federal law."
I finally started working at 6:30PM, physically feeling like a million bucks, but almost sick with embarrassment that my massive emergency dump drew so much attention my way just minutes ago. Mel accompanied me back to the cafeteria as I pushed the cleaning cart. She had already set it up for me with some latex gloves, a spray bottle with bleach, a toilet brush, some rags, broom, dustpan, mop, bucket with sanitizer, mirror cleaner, and the key to unlock the TP dispenser. My right hand pushed the cart as I used my left hand to carry the industrial-sized toilet paper roll, because it didn't fit on the cart.
I entered an empty Ladies' room. I heard Mel in the adjacent Mens' room begin wrenching away on something as I cleaned. I replaced the toilet paper first and realized I'd gotten lucky I had enough to finish wiping myself earlier. There was no paper left on the roll. I used it all. And I still wasn't as clean as I normally get. The trashcan was given a new bag. I then scrubbed the toilet and repeatedly had to flush it, because there was enough smears stuck to the sides of the toilet bowl to keep the water brown. It took me three minutes or so just to clean the toilet, with me flushing it at least 5 more times in the meantime to try to keep the toilet brush from accumulating too much wet, sticky poop, and another two minutes for the rest of the room including the floor, mirror, sinks, and trashcan. I did have to use a lot of air freshener and yet again repeatedly flush the toilet after the water was finally clear, just to mostly get rid of the smell I left behind earlier. A smell that Mel had probably also experienced, but was kind enough not to acknowledge. I left the door open to air the restroom out. The restroom was sparkling and spotless, and even if an unpleasant odor courtesy of me still lingered, it was overpowered with the strong, burning scent of bleach and I expected/hoped my fecal odor wouldn't linger for much longer.
At the end of the shift at 8PM, Mel complemented me on how well I cleaned the Ladies' toilet this time as the manager stood with us. Knowing him, I could only assume he told her just how bad the mess was because he was unabashedly fascinated by things of this nature, but they tactfully never brought this up again. I thought this was the last time I would ever feel any embarrassment pooping at this job, but the next day had other plans. I had work again the next morning, and all of that soft, sticky, stuck poop lining the inside of my lower GI tract like wet cement still had to come out. The new restrooms would offer full privacy and were going to be lockable, for use by one person at a time. No more massive stall gap to partially expose the toilet user or coworkers awkwardly standing near someone sitting on the commode less than 2 feet away having to make the effort to avoid looking in. I looked forward to it. But I ended up having to take another emergency poop the next morning before they were ready...STEPHEN.P
POOPING IN CAMPERVAN
This morning had a wee then two mugs of tea felt the urge for a BM went to the campervan and used the ADVENTURIDGE PORTTA POTTIE.
This is the first poop since Sunday evening today IS Tuesday hope weather stays mild so tomorrow I can have another NUMBER TOO in the van