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christa
sometimes i wish so bad that i could have just one dry night once in
awhile. ive never once been able to stay dry at night. i usually sleep 10
hours per night and i dont wake up in the middle of the night at all. as
a kid, my mom used to change my diaper in the middle of the night cuz i
am a heavy night wetter and she says i never once woke up. this morning,
i woke up soaked as usual and id had a big poop accident too. that hasnt
happened in about 2 months. im glad it doesnt happen very often cuz its
really messy and hard to clean myself up. i got ready for church but i
didnt realize i needed to pee and i forgot to try before leaving the
house and my mom forgot to remind me (she usually does). i tried to hold
it til we got to church but its an hour drive and i peed in my pullup on
the way. when we got to church, my mom whispered to ask me if i needed to
pee. when i said no, she asked if my pullup was dry. i lied and said yes
cuz i was embarrassed. i guess my mom didnt believe me cuz my sister was
told to get our seats and my mom told me to come with her to the
bathroom. in the handicap, she asked to see the wetness indicator on my
pullup. when i pulled up my skirt, i had peed more than i thought. the
wetness indicator wasnt faded, it was gone and my pullup was sagging. my
mom left me alone to change but said to try to go pee before i came out.
i tried but i couldnt. by the time we got home, i had to go bad. i almost
made it to the toilet but not quite. i got my pantyhose and pullup
partially down but i couldnt hold on and most of my pee got on the floor
and on my dress. its been a sucky day.
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Remi
to Chubby Girl
I started suffering from haemorrhoids when I was your age. I went to a
doctor and he gave me suppositories called “Scheriproct” which worked
very well. Later my partner went to him for the same reason and he gave
her “Proctosedyl”. I use those now – I still need them – and they work.
I’d advise you to see your doctor and perhaps she/he will prescribe them
for you (you can’t get them over the counter). Scheriproct may no longer
exist, but Proctosedyl is still being manufactured. I would NOT recommend
over-the-counter medicines. Good luck.
Remi
PS If you put a Proctosedyl into your bottom before you go to bed you
will probably find yourself doing a very very comfortable motion in the
morning.
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Fernando
The Social Occasion
A shameless shitter will poo in doorless stalls literally and
figuratively. Therefore, there’s no room for situational shamefulness
when nature calls. However, social occasions can be very ambiguous.
Suppose you go to a formal dinner at an acquaintance’s place, were there
are other guests as well, who you have just met. Your acquaintance lives
in a trendy but very small apartment. Suddenly you need to poop
desperately. The bathroom is right next to the living room only separated
by paper thin walls. You are so desperate that you quickly take a seat
and explode in the toilet. Everyone in the living room can hear your
farts and plops and this symphony goes on for 15 minutes. For a shameful
shitter it would be unbearable. But even for a shameless shitter it could
pose problems. Most probably, the guests outside listening would be very
disturbed. In the worst case scenario it could shatter your reputation,
and risk ruining a promotion, or even your career. It would be an
extremely uncomfortable situation for most people.
Shameless shitting means it is acceptable to poop in a public bathroom
even if others see, hear, or smell you. But it only distinguishes between
public and private bathrooms. And some private bathrooms like the one
I’ve just mentioned can be more problematic than public bathrooms.
Because ironically they are less private for pooping than some public
ones. And this is particularly relevant in formal functions
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Linda
Post Title (optional) To Charlie
Just a few more questions for you, regarding your constipation issues.
Have you always suffered with constipation? Do you have to stick things
up your butt every time you are constipated or is it just when you are
having an extra hard time?
Do you go in public toilets when you are constipated? Have you ever had
anyone ask if you were okay? This happens to me sometimes. Also, have you
ever been at home on the toilet, trying to do a poo and it gets stuck in
your anus, with 4 or 5 inches sticking out and you suddenly had to get up
off the toilet, to answer the phone or the door (and you didn’t have time
to finish the poo or break it off) so you had to walk around with poo
between your legs?? This hasn’t happened to me but I used to email
someone who this DID happen to once. She had to answer the door with 6
inches of poo sticking out her butt – she put a dressing gown on to cover
it up.
Do you get dried up poo in your pants, after pushing out a big hard turd?
I do sometimes. Do you grunt and groan on the toilet? I have to whenever
I’m constipated.
I haven’t been on here for ages but if you go back through old posts, to
about May/June/July (I think) you will find lots from me and I was ALWAYS
constipated. For about a year and a half, it slowly got worse and over
the last 6 months, I had never been so constipated in my life. But even
before that, I often got backed up, probably about once a month,
sometimes every couple of months and sometimes, more often than that even.
I was very constipated through most of high school and when I was a kid,
I suffered with chronic constipation from around age 6-7 (for about a
year). Even though I’ve never resorted to sticking things up my butt to
get the poo out, I have dug it out with my fingers and used soap enemas.
I’ve also resorted to breaking poo off, that was too stuck in my anus to
come out properly. And I’ve also resorted to walking around my house,
with several inches of rock hard, dry poo literally hanging out of my
anus, between my legs that was stuck! I actually had to waddle around
because my butt cheeks were spread apart so much from having a turd the
width of a coke can, sticking out of me (I’ve done that many times). I
had to start using public toilets to do poos because my loads were so
huge and were clogging my toilet at home. If I went at home, I only did
it when my house mate was away and I would have to break the poo up
before flushing the toilet. I’ve got hemarrhoids from too much straining,
do you have them too??
Sorry about all the questions, I always ask new people lots of questions,
especially people who have constipation and trouble pooping.
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kmd
To Jemma
Just thought I’d say that I enjoyed your recent posts – as always. Don’t
worry if other women give you dirty looks or ???? when they hear or smell
your poop. There’s no shame in pooping – everyone does it – including
those who snigger etc. So keep on with the loud plops, skidmarks and
stinky poops! Great live post by the way..
I have a couple of questions for you – when you get constipated does that
mean for you that you don’t poo for a day or two? (I seem to remember
that your usual habit is to poo about 4 times a day). Also, when you get
constipated do your loads get really massive i.e. is there a big
“build-up”?
kmd
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Richguy
Saw something unusual in the men’s room at the mall. There was a little
girl about three years old in the men’s room with her dad. That’s not so
unusual but what was weird is that it wasn’t the child who was using the
toilet. The little girl was hanging out in the stall while Dad had a
bowel movement. It seemed like a really awkward situation, but I don’t
know what else the dad could have done.
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Mr Hendrix
Foods that make you dump. Catherine’s stories.
Thanks Mystery Poster for responding. I shall await and see what my
girlfriend tells me next!
Question for everyone, what foods make you have the biggest dumps? Mine
is probably pizza!
I’m particularly interested in Catherine’s response to this question as
she sounds very athletic! So her diet intrigues me. So if you’re reading
Catherine, I’m a big fan of your stories, Always sound so eventful and
satisfying!!
Also, does anyone’s bm have a particular shape or consistency?!
Peace and love to all.
Hendrix
X
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Monday, September 08, 2014
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kmd
To Megan
Hi Megan – great account about your outdoor poo. Letting out the
“pre-pooping” farts probably bought you a bit of time while you were
finding a suitable spot to poo. It was good that you were able to find
somewhere reasonably private to get some much-needed relief and I was
pleased that you had the confidence to poo outside. It’s something I’ve
done a good few times when there hasn’t been a loo to use and I had a big
urge.
I have a few questions. Did you poo the day beforehand or not? (Just
thinking that if not maybe there was more of a build-up). Also, you
mentioned that you didn’t feel empty. Did it feel as though you could
have remained squatting and let out more poo? If so, did you poo later
that day when you got to a loo?
I also agree that there is no harm in doing a poo in a loo that is
already clogged even if it is full of loo roll. I do voluntary work at
the weekends which involves cleaning toilets. In the ladies loo the
toilets doesn’t flush well at all (the plumbing is old) and the toilets
clog easily. Quite often a woman will come in and poo on top of the
accumulated loo roll etc. I see nothing wrong with this – in my opinion
it’s more important that they relieve the pressure in their bums . I’d
rather that than them avoid pooping. Even if the loo ends up blocked with
poo it’s easy for me to sort out.
Anyway, I’m glad you were able to poo outside and get relief. Look
forward to more of your stories (as always) and perhaps you can answer my
questions.
kmd
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Abbie
Latest news
Hi everyone, sorry I haven’t posted in awhile. I’ll get on to my latest
story after a couple of comments.
Natasha- glad all is going well for you at uni and good story about when
you used the loo after your lecture, I hope you stay constipation free.
I’m starting at uni soon as well.
Megan- great story about how you had to go for a poo outside, it sounded
like you went from a slight need to being really desperate in a short
time! I know that feeling of battling to keep my poo in and having to
clench my bum to stop a log from coming out so I would have done the same
as you, definitely better than walking home with a load in your knickers!
Now on to my story, last week me, Lucy and Katie made the most of the
warm weather and went on a camping trip together. We had a fab time, the
only trouble was all three of us got constipated while we were there
which was annoying. When we got back on Friday we stayed round Katie’s
house for the night, we woke up late on Saturday morning and as soon as I
got out of bed I was bursting for a wee, so I went into Katie’s ensuite
and hitched up my nightie, I pulled my orange spotty pants down and sat
on the loo and started to wee a loud stream. As I was weeing I felt some
rumblings in my belly, it had been feeling tight and uncomfortable for a
couple of days. I took a deep breath and did some hard pushes but I only
managed to do a few farts. When I was finished I took some toilet paper
and wiped myself before pulling up my pants. Suddenly Lucy burst into the
bathroom, saying “Hurry up, I’m nearly weeing my knickers!!” She quickly
lifted her nightie and dropped her yellow flowery pants, she waddled over
to the toilet with her pants round her thighs and plonked herself down
heavily onto the seat and I heard her moaning with relief as she started
to wee heavily. I saw a damp patch in her pants and realised she hadn’t
been having me on about how desperate she was, I know if I get really
desperate to have a wee I sometimes can’t help letting a spurt go into my
pants so I had every sympathy. I went back into Katie’s room, it seemed
that she was bursting too as she was sitting on her bed holding herself
and saying “I’m dying for a wee too, I hope Lucy isn’t too much longer!!”
Just then Lucy came back into the bedroom and Katie shot off into the
bathroom, through the open door I saw her hitching up her nightie,
dropping her pink and blue stripey pants and crashing down onto the seat
just like me and Lucy had! Her wee started to splash noisily down into
the bowl and it went on for a long time before dribbling to a stop. Just
like I’d done she stayed sitting for a while and did some loud farts
before wiping and flushing. We went downstairs and ate some breakfast and
then went back up to Katie’s room to get dressed. I think eating must
have got my bowels moving, because as I was rummaging around in my
rucksack trying to find some clean pants I started to feel a massive urge
for a poo. Just then Lucy rubbed her belly, she had just put on a clean
pair of white pants and was about to take her nightie off. “I’m desperate
for a poo now,” she said, “You might as well come in with me, I think its
going to be a struggle, I haven’t been for ages!”
“I’m getting quite desperate too,” I said, and Lucy said “Well I’ll try
my best to be as fast as I can, but I can’t promise anything.” By now I’d
found some clean pants but figured there wasn’t any point putting them
on, if my poo ended up poking out I’d only get them dirty and I didn’t
have any other clean ones left after our trip. “That makes three of us
then, I’m going to have to go before too long,” said Katie. She had taken
clean socks and pants out of her drawer but she said “Theres no point
changing my knickers yet, if my poo starts to come out they’ll only get
dirty” and I said “Yes, I’m not bothering to change mine either, I’ll do
it after I’ve had a poo!” By now Lucy was on the loo with her pants at
her knees, we went in and sat cross legged on the floor. She had already
gone red from straining so we tried to have a chat to take her mind off
it. Lucy must have pushed hard for over 10 minutes, she said “Its really
wide and I think its got stuck, sorry I’m really going to have to grunt
this one out,” and she pushed for as long and as hard as she could,
ending with a grunt each time. Fortunately that seemed to do the job and
shortly after I heard a splash and Lucy relaxed. She said “I’m nearly
done,” and shortly after did a few more pieces that plopped loudly into
the bowl, she then took some toilet paper and wiped her bottom and
finally pulled her knickers up and flushed. Katie was looking really
desperate, she said “Do you mind if I go next, its starting to poke out
in my knickers and I don’t think I can hold it much longer!” I was
feeling quite desperate but mine wasn’t poking out yet so I said “Yeah I
think I can wait a bit longer, go for it!” Katie pulled her pants down
and sat on the loo, she relaxed for a bit and then I realised she was
starting to bear down, each time she took a deep breath and held it as
she pushed so I knew that she must be struggling with a massive poo as
well. After a few minutes of straining and going red Katie did an extra
hard push and grunted loudly, and shortly after I heard a plop. By now I
was really having to clench my bum, the tip of a gigantic log was
determined to start coming out and I was having to work really hard to
keep it in. I shifted position so I was sitting on my heel, I think Katie
realised I was getting more and more desperate because she said, “Sorry,
I’m nearly done, I’ll be as fast as I can,” I saw that she was pushing
again so I knew there must be more to come. Shortly after Katie made a
few more plops and then started to rip off toilet paper, she usually
wipes her bum standing up anyway so I got up as she stood up and started
to wipe, she said “I’d better flush this away otherwise if you go on top
it’ll never go down!” She quickly pulled the flush then carried on wiping
her bottom. Without the pressure of my heel I could feel the log starting
to poke out so I quickly hiked up my nightie, dropped my pants and sat on
the loo, I relaxed all the muscles of my clenched bum and moaned a little
with relief, the log started to come out slowly but once the tip was out
it stopped and I knew I would have to start pushing. I took a deep breath
and bore down hard, I felt the log coming out a bit more but when I
stopped pushing it got sucked back up my bum again. I really hate it when
that happens, I guess I should be used to it because its something I get
quite a lot when I’m constipated. It was worst when it used to happen at
school though, quite often I would need a poo urgently by lunchtime if I
hadn’t been able to go before class, and by then it was probably starting
to poke out into my knickers. Sometimes when I was actually on the toilet
trying to go my poo would come out a bit but then get sucked back up my
bum when I tried to push the rest of it out, I then had no choice but to
strain really hard which was kind of embarrassing in the school loos, I
was worried about the other girls who were on the loo at the same time as
me hearing the panting and grunting noises I was making, though luckily
sometimes I heard similar noises coming from other cubicles which made it
a bit less awkward!! Anyway, back to the story, I reached round and
pulled my bum cheeks apart which can help if I’m having that problem, and
the other thing I do is to push for as long as I can and try to pause as
little as possible in between pushes until the log is so far out that it
can’t get sucked back up. I tried both of those, along with a lot of
panting and grunting, and luckily it did the job, after a few minutes I
relaxed and felt a rod of rock hard poo sticking out but by now it was
too fat to get sucked back up which was a relief. I took a breather for a
few seconds and then started to bear down again, by now Katie and Lucy
were in the other room getting dressed. After an eye watering push and a
loud grunt I felt the log getting narrower and moving faster, and it
splashed down into the toilet shortly after. I still had more inside me,
I realised it was about five days since I’d last been for a poo so no
wonder it was a struggle. I felt another log starting to make its way
out, it was still massive but felt a bit softer so I was hoping it
wouldn’t be so bad. I started to push and it eased its way out slowly,
stretching my bumhole which was already stinging from passing my first
rock hard log. After a couple of minutes of pushing I felt it speed up
and drop into the bowl, and almost at once I felt a third log on its way.
This one came out a lot faster, and it broke off as it did so making
three sharp plops. I pushed a bit more to make sure there was no more,
and realised I was done. I took some toilet paper and wiped my sore bum,
and then flushed and pulled up my knickers before going back into the
bedroom to get dressed. Hope you enjoyed this story, bye for now!
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Hi all long time lurker first time poster.. Im 28 male from Australia n i
realy enjoy reading the storys on here.. To Victoria b , Linda and Megan
ur storys are tops.. i work in a mine underground so thats where i have
most of my poos.. most are thick and long i like the feeling of it
stretching my anus as it comes out and the feeling of being full before
it happens… Sorry this post itsnt about a certan poo in particular i
just wanted to put myself out there to c if anyone was interested in
hearing more… And im a little nervous lol.. Hope to chat/post soon 🙂
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rachel
Post Title (optiona] constipation
This is my and first post;we are both in our late 50s now but would like
to tell you about my habits when i was a teenager.I hated going to the
loo because i did not think it was very nice or grown up thing to do.For
the first 2 to 3 days it did not bother me to much just an urge in the
morning and then a big one after work.On the 4 or 5 day i really needed
to go badly but i reasoned my bowels would stretch and hold my
constipation.I would go to bed with a very full rectum and hope the need
would ease. It usually would.By day 6 to 7 i was so so constipated i
would sit on the loo with a urgent call to stool for ages trying to
go.Usually my mother would call out from the other side of the door
asking if i was in trouble with my bowels again.I would grunt out
something like – my back passage is solid and i hate going to the loo it
hurts badly.She would come in to help me go while scolding me for getting
in this state.I would then convenience myself that i could last out and
hold it for longer.Trying to standing up then my mother would see that i
had not been at all;then she would make me sit there holding my hand
while i strained and strained.My back would arch with effort while my
anus stretched to the limit.Usually only one very hard stool would come
with the next one staying inside me.
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John
Buddy Dumping Question
How many of you have buddy dumped with someone else while on the same
toilet? Whether you were both pooping or just one of you, what are your
experiences? Also what position did you sit? I’ve done it before with my
girlfriend where she sits between my legs in front of me on the toilet.
I’m just intrigued if anyone else does this sort of thing.
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Victoria B.
Awesome story! By the way, I noticed a few pages ago, you mentioned you
crapped in the shower once. Can you elaborate on that experience?
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The Nile
To Victoria B-pooing in reverse
Hey! I’m 17, a boy and I have tried pooing in reverse too, a few times
before! In fact, I did so on Friday morning and thought it was pretty
funny reading your story the morning after. Well I had just got out of
the shower (getting ready for school etc) and I needed to poo, and just
for something interesting I decided to do the Same thing as you; sat on
the toilet facing the tank, having just got out of the shower I didn’t
have pants in the way either. I also have one of those toilets with the
sort of longer flatish bit at the front of the bowl, so when I sat my bum
was directly over that. So I pushed and my poo came out really easily, it
wasn’t completely solid but not quite runny. And all of it landed
straight on the flat bit in a pile of mush. (a bit like a big cowpat
haha) I wiped, flushed but it took a couple times to go down. And that’s
basically it!
Hope you found it interesting, would be lovely for a comment or feedback
or something.
Byeeee
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Chubby girl
Squirmy
I am 26 and suffering from a bout of hemorrhoids. They burn up my hiney
hole but the itching is tormenting me. I can’t concentrate or get school
work or work done. I squirm and know I walk funny. I’m so embarrassed.
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Tlana
My New School & Its Depressing Bathrooms
I started high school this past week. After 3 yrs. of toilets
1/2thdoorless and all of them with the pre-cut toilet paper squares that
you pull out of a little container in each stall) had me hopeful that my
sister Sonya Sue was right and that the high school bathrooms were a
little better. Wrong!
She’s starting 10th grade and was surprised to find that all three
bathrooms (one on each floor) in the main spine of the school and the
ones most used by the almost 3,000 students were changed this summer. She
has friends on Student Council who have told her that the bathrooms were
so badly vandalized and misused last year that the administration had to
spent something like $20,000 repairing them and fixing things up. When
you walk into the girls bathroom on each floor, the 15 or so toilets
backed against each wall remain. They have these old black seats that are
shaped like pears with old and stained and cracked bowls under them. The
cubicle partitions are made of old-time marble and are only half as high
as what I had in my previous school. And here’s what is so
different–there are holes in each partition where the toilet paper
holders use to be attached. The toilet paper has been removed. So when
you walk into the bathroom, right by the sinks and mirrors on the outside
of the first partition on both sides of the room, there are six or seven
rolls of toilet paper mounted to the marble so we have to pull our toilet
paper off BEFORE we take a stall. It’s so different and stupid, but Sonya
Sue said its easier for teachers (instead of monitoring a study hall or
the cafeteria some are assigned to “potty patrol”) to watch over the
situation and get extra toilet paper out of the supply closet, etc. Sonya
Sue says the only other change made is that each stall door has been
replaced and the new “door” on each stall covers only about a third of
the opening and between the hinges and partition there’s an inch that a
teacher can use to look in on us. So much for privacy!
On Monday at the end of 2nd hour I sat down to wee and was literally
creeped out by the eyes of otherslooking in on me between the door and
the partition. It’s bad enough that I’m only 3’5″ and when I’m seated my
feet don’t reach the floor and these old-style seats are like so
uncomfortable. I held my wee until after lunch and only then was I able
to go. And this girl who hit the door twice with her fist thought I
looked like a grade schooler and told me to go back there. I was able to
hold back my tears, but as I got to thinking about it later I felt better
about my not flushing for her. When I told my friend Lorenz about it
after school, he said I should have crapped on the seat and quickly left
and that she would probably have just thrown herself down in it without
looking. As I remember it, she just brushed right by me and cursed, so I
think he was right.
I just don’t think it’s right for the administration and teachers to
punish all of us for the actions of a few. I’ve heard that the guys
bathrooms were changed to because they also had a lot of vandalism and
misuse. It just sucks.
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Mark H.
Story from my office
Hi folks,
I love all kind of toilet stories and in particular the ones from the
people of about my age, which is 21. I am German and work in a very small
trade company: there is my boss Heinrich, who is around 50 (in a good
shape, rather tall, gray hair, always wearing a suite) and our other
colleague Silke, who’s in her forties (relatively short brown hair, nice
but not very outgoing). Our office consists of two rooms, one for
Heinrich and the other one for us. There are two other doors in our
office, the entrance and a very tiny toilet.
Of course, this means I can hear pretty much everything that’s going on
inside. Most of the time, my boss is already at work when I arrive but
Silke not. The first thing she does when arriving at the office is having
a much needed pee, I hear splattering in the bowl. She always wipes twice
after remaining on the toilet for a relatively long time, letting her pee
drip off, I guess. Usually around ten o’clock, Heinrich takes his morning
crap. He is very open about it, telling us to postpone some meetings
“because he has to go to the toilet urgently”. He needs around five
minutes and surely passes about tree logs, by the sounds. The smell can
be very pungent. We never use deodorizer by the way, as those things
cause cancer and should be forbidden (besides stinking more than a crap).
So there is no way to hide anything. If I pee shortly after, I get to see
the skidmarks he leaves: always a lot, he does not care about it
apparently (I always use the brush). Silke never poops at work.
There is a lot i could tell about them, but my story is about the new
internee who arrived one last Monday. Her name’s Kristine, she is 19, has
shoulder long blond hair, green eyes, is pretty (such a nice face!) and
very shy. She got a workplace between me and Silke and is staying two
weeks. Beside her shyness, the first thing I remarked are her awful
eating habits: she is always eating chocolate at her desk and doesn’t
like vegetables. For lunch (we go to a cafeteria in our office building)
she only eats meat, potatoes and pasta. And she eats a lot. I wonder how
she manages to stay so thin.
Anyway, I got to hear her having some pees in our office. Every time, she
came back very ashamed and blushed a little, as she knew we could hear
everything. Poor little thing, if she only knew how much I like it!
On Tuesday, after lunch, I also noticed her holding her belly and looking
uncomfortable. My guess was her being constipated because of all the bad
food and holding it out of shame. Things seemed to get better by the end
of the afternoon.
On Wednesday morning, I received a text from Silke: she was sick and
would stay at home. My boss wouldn’t be coming neither, as he was on
business trip. So basically I would be alone with Kristine the whole day.
She arrived at work a few minutes after me and I instructed her to do
some paper work. As we were alone, I thought it would be nice to spend a
little more relaxed day and I went out to the bakery to buy us some
coffee and breakfast. As I always “have to go” after my breakfast, I also
thought it may help Kristine. I chose some sweet with apricots because
those fruits contain lots of fiber. I came back a few minutes later, and
we enjoyed our food. It was a pleasant moment and we had a nice chat,
even though it was difficult as she is reluctant to talk about herself. I
hoped the coffee would kick in…
We finished and I went to the toilet. I didn’t have to poo as I already
went at home, but I peed and cut off the water supply of the tank of the
toilet: if she did something, I wanted to see it. I flushed and came out.
Observing her, I noticed she was very uncomfortable. I knew she would
never relax with me being around, so I pretend I urgently had to go to
the post office and that i would be back in half an hour. So I left the
office but stayed right by the door, listening. For sure, in less than a
minute, I heard her chair being pulled back and the the door of the
toilet being slammed. Very silently, I went in again.
Indeed, she was trying to poop! I felt very excited. She was pushing
softly: “Mmmhhh…”, “Mmmhhh….”, and then a break. The pushing resumed:
“Mh, Mmmmmhhhh” and then a long, deep fart. I almost had my ear on the
toilet door by the time. Then I heard “Plop”, and some more pushing and
shortly after an other “Plop”, a little louder. It must have been the
plug, as I heard a “brrt” fart followed the familiar crackling sound a
big poop makes when it comes out. I barely heard it splashing so I assume
it must have been a huge log. Nothing for a few seconds and then an airy
fart. The next log came out, producing a short and loud but short
crackling sound. She really had to go! A few seconds later, she dropped
yet another log. Some farts later, she felt done and started to wipe.
I went back to my desk and pretended reading a contract. Then, I heard
the flush lever being pulled, but no water flowing; yeah! She frantically
tried to actuate over and over without getting it to work. She was
terrified. She came out, and when she saw me, she just burst into tears.
At this point, even if I was still very excited by what just happened, I
felt soooo bad for being the cause of her pain. It wasn’t a nice thing to
do.
I asked her what happened and she managed to tell me the toilet was
broken. I stood up and she let me hug her. While holding her, I told it’s
no big deal, such things happen from time to time and that I would fix
it. As she was crying, I think she didn’t realize I was also trembling as
I hold her. There was a strong poop aroma in the air. I caressed her back
and even gave her a big kiss on her check. The whole situation was so
weired.
She calmed down and sat back to her desk. I guess she also experienced
some mixed feelings. Later, I told her to call one of our client who is
very talkative. This would give me some time to “fix” the toilet.
Her load was amazing: I removed the toilet paper with the brush and saw
tree huge logs. The first one was very thick with its knobby end stuck
down the drain and the other, smoother, end coming out of the water and
laying on the porcelain. It was 4cm thick, for sure! The two other, 3cm
thick light brown turds were laying on top of it. I’d say they were at
least 25cm long, but I was too troubled, impressed, excited or whatever
to reliably remember their shape and size. And this smell!
Sadly, I had to activate the flush and get rid of this wonder. The first
flush took the first turd away with the pebbles, the second the remaining
ones and I flushed it a third time after brushing off all the skidmarks
left. Wow.
Kristine was really embarrassed, but I made my best trying to comfort
her, keeping her busy and not mentioning the incident. I wonder how much
time she had been holding it…
Well, nothing interesting toilet related happened from then on, but
Kristine and I are getting closer. I am still feeling rather guilty, so I
will never do this again, but I’ll try to get her to talk about her
eating and pooping habits.
Thank you everyone for your stories, I love this site. Bye!
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Catherine
Responses and Question for Brianna (the real estate agent)
To Sean: Thank you for your kind words! If I have anything worth sharing,
I will!
To Mystery Poster: What a funny question! I bet I poop bigger and longer
than many, if not most, men 🙂 (Just having a little fun, but also
serious!)
To Brianna: If you are still visiting the forum, you mentioned in passing
that you came to the forum because of an interest in peeing. I am the
total opposite. I hate to pee, usually because, as a pharmacist, I cannot
always stop what I am doing and get to the bathroom. I may have had a few
dribbles over the years, but this is very rare. While I don’t have any
bladder issues, I just get very uncomfortable when I have to urinate. For
me, having to poop – from having to go, to actually going, and the relief
following – seems to be the more preferable of the two feelings. I guess
though, that’s because I rarely have to defecate at an unpredictable
time. Hope you are well!
Love,
Catherine!
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Catherine
Poo-pourri
Is anyone familiar with the product, Poo-pourri? I thought about stocking
it in my pharmacy. Has anyone ever tried it?
Thanks!
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Brandon T
comments & stuff
To: Redhead great story it sounds like that enema did a good job helping
your friend Karen and I bet she felt amazing afterwards to.
To: Victoria F great story it sounds like you all had good poops.
To: Natasha great story about your desperate poop.
To: SandraSue great story.
To: Annie as always another great story it sounds like you really had to
go a lot and I bet you felt great afterwards to and I look forward to
your next post thanks.
To: Karen C that’s good that your feeling better stomach bugs are no fun
and can strike with little or no warning you may feel fine all day then
feel a strong fart come on but it turns out to be much more and as always
I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Megan great story about you pooping outside I bet it felt refreshing.
Well that’s all for now.
Sincerely Brandon T
PS. I love this site
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Fernando
Cross stall conversation
Yesterday at work I needed to take my morning dump and went to the men’s
room. A coworker was at the sinks grooming himself. I said “hey man”. I
think the guy thought I was going for a pee and started making small
talk. As I replied, he continued talking to me. Since I’m a shameless
shitter I entered a stall. This guy has seen me shit before so I didn’t
care.
Since entering a stall is a way guys announce they’re going to take a
shit, I thought he would stop talking to me. I dropped my pants and took
a seat. As my poop started to come out and I farted he continued talking
to me. I felt awkward talking to him but replied casually and continued
our conversation. I was turned on. It was a male bonding thing.
Another guy who I know entered the bathroom as we continued talking. I
thought he might think we were weird but it was too late to stop.
Eventually other men came to the bathroom and my bathroom buddy continued
grooming himself and eventually left. It was a very cool experience
though.
What’s surprising is that the guy is a shameful shitter. I have never
witnessed him taking a shit at the office. He is always afraid of germs
and washing his hands frequently. He is the type of guy who won’t seat in
a public toilet but has no qualms about grabbing a dirty cell phone or
using an ATM which has by the way more germs than a public toilet seat.
What’s even more surprising is that he is very sociable and extroverted
which is not what one would expect about a shameful shitter. I think that
by being a shameless shitter myself I kind of broke the ice and at least
he doesn’t seem to condemn shameless shitters like some shameful guys do.
I hope I will have more opportunities to repeat the experience with him,
and, who knows? Maybe one day he’ll become shameless and take a dump with
me. Hope you enjoyed the story.
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Blind Guy
For Christa and Jenny Regarding Support, Toilet Issues and a
Greetings. I am very pleased to hear that your talk with your mother went
well, as I hate doing that and always dread the possible results. Feel
free to mention me to her if you like, though perhaps not how you heard
of me. I’m 29, and not only autistic but totally blind. I live alone,
cook my own food, do my own laundry ETC. I went to college, but cannot
find a job in my field. I was recently accepted into a training program
that will give me the training and qualifications I need to start and run
a food or retail business. Since I can’t find a job, I might as well make
one myself. I live and work as independently as humanly possible, and
don’t let either condition stop me from living my dreams and doing my
very best to achieve them. My point is that you can tell her there are
people in similar or worse conditions who can live on their own, with a
little more support than average maybe, and do very well for themselves.
It’s harder for us sometimes, but I think most of us are strong enough to
handle the extra difficulties. You of all people certainly seem capable
enough that I have complete confidence in you. I had a hard time with
potty training and bed wetting as a child and into my adult years as
well, though not quite to your level. My parents went through hell trying
to toilet train me, as I was undiagnosed Aspie and also not interested in
the toilet. Being that I’m a few years older than you, we didn’t yet have
Pull-Ups or training pants to make my parents’ job easier. I suffered
primary nocturnal enuresis until age 8, which started up again when I was
18. I was stil living at my parents’ house, and was mortified when I was
unable to keep this dreadful secret from them. I left for college shortly
thereafter, and ended up sleeping on the floor because I was too afraid
to ruin my mattress, which I did anyway. That was insanely embarrassing.
Urologists couldn’t help, and we spent 3 years looking for a solution
until I found one that worked. It was during this time when I started
using protection at night, and when I learned what I know about it. It
seems to me, from what I’ve read and for whatever reason, that autistics
have more trouble with toilet issues than average people. I don’t know
why, but I’d love to research that and see what might be the cause,
whether sensory issues or focus/attention issues or communication issues
or some combination of them all. Suffice it to say that while no one is
going to share your exact situation, you are far from alone in your
struggles. I’d definitely recommend keeping up with your doctor, maybe
seeing a urologist or urogynecologist and having yourself checked out. It
might be psychological, but if it’s physical you want that treated.
Incontinence is not a disease, but a symptom of something else. Anyway,
I’m here if you want me. Very best of luck as always, and like I said,
feel free to use me as an example if it will help your case with your
mother or others. As for Jenny, I’ve also noticed that females tend to
have more accidents, and I think this might have a number of factors
involved. First of all, the female urethra is only a few inches long,
whereas the male urethra can be up to 8. This gives males more space to
keep the urine from releasing without our permission, though I’m only
speculating and offering a hypothesis here. Furthermore, female pelvic
design is diferent, and they tend to have more pelvic floor issues due to
hormones and childbirth. Weak or torn pelvic muscles can cause bladder
leakage and incontinence for various reasons, which can almost always be
treated. Anyway, that’s just my two cents. Great stories everybody, and
thanks for putting up with me.
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oldpoop
to Victoria; long toilets
The longer toilets have nothing to do with penises, but rather (at least
in some cases) help to accommodate people who have trouble getting up
from the rounded bowls. If you are old, weak from illness or accident, or
for other reasons can’t easily get up after sitting down, the longer bowl
gives more room for places to push off from; for some, it may prevent
having to use a portable commode or adding grab bars or other measures.
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trekkie
To Christa: I’m glad that you decided to tell your mom, and that she was
so understanding. What your aunt was doing to you was nothing less than
abuse. And I don’t recall if I’ve said it yet but I’ve been meaning to:
everything you go through means you’re working harder at any given point
than anyone else around you. You have every reason to be proud of
yourself for everything you’ve accomplished, no matter how small it
seems. (And when it comes to bathroom matters, it’s no fault of yours
that your body works the way it does; it’s another thing you’re dealing
with that proves you’re quite strong.)
To Jennie, and anyone else following that discussion: I don’t know how
anatomy affects things, but I would not be surprised to find that girls
have more accidents because it’s much easier for a guy to free his peeing
apparatus from his clothing in a duck-behind-a-tree situation. (Unless
you *always* wear dresses or skirts, in which case it’s a similar matter
of “get clothing out of the way and move undies aside.” Women are also
taught to be more modest; popping a squat is something unthinkable to
most women, whipping it out is something most guys think is just
something you do when you have to. Also, girls face more pressure to
never be seen doing something as ‘gross’ as going to the bathroom where
others may know about it. I’ve heard many a story on this side of a girl
going to truly heroic measures to not use the toilet where whoever is
with them would know they had to. Obviously, that logic is flawed: do you
believe your date or the person whose home you are visiting believes that
you are the one person in this world whose body somehow has no need to
rid itself of waste? (Psst – s/he doesn’t!)
However, I also expect that on this site, female wetting stories would be
overrepresented. One is for societal reasons: guys are supposed to always
be strong enough to never let something like that happen, if one does,
“ooh, let me go tell everyone on some website all about it!” is not their
first reaction. Women have told their stories and then said “getting this
off my chest makes me feel better” or “can anyone else identify so I’ll
feel better?” That’s also a no-no for us dudes. Rule number one: you
cannot be weak. Period. Rule number two: Failing that, you cannot *look*
weak. Period! Then you wonder why we don’t live as long. The other reason
is that womens’ stories are simply more desired. Many posts -not all, but
enough – that end saying “has anyone had X happen” specify that it’s only
womens’ answers being sought. I know I can’t remember the last time male
stories were asked for specifically! Women ask if other women have had
something happen to them or done something to know it’s not just them,
men ask women the same questions for
other reasons.
In short: (1) more desperate men are willing to duck out of sight and
take care of the need than women. (2) More wet women are willing to tell
the story than wet men. (3) Women are encouraged to tell their stories;
men are told “no, thanks.” That plays a part in the numbers you see here,
to make an understatement.
To Blind Guy, and Bianca if you’re still around: If you don’t mind,
there’s a question I’ve long wondered about but never felt comfortable to
ask: how do you know when to stop wiping?
To Accident Prone Girlfriend: I’ve always loved those stories and want to
hear if you’ve got any more. It’s also very heartwarming that it doesn’t
bother you, and to see how much you love her. I hope you live long and
happy lives together (and also keep telling us her stories! And any of
yours of you have them.)
To anyone and everyone: Whenever I see traffic backed up for miles, I
always have one thought in mind: “Somebody had no idea they were getting
into this when they drank a Big Gulp half an hour ago. Somebody who sorta
had to go put off going to the bathroom because they were so sure they’d
be home in ten minutes.” Anybody else think like that immediately when
they see a traffic jam? And more importantly, have any of you ever found
yourselves in that situation, and your undies paid the price? (Dramatic
close calls also quite welcome; if the accident or close call didn’t
happen to you but happened to someone you know, that’s also great.)
Also, there have been several bedwetting stories in recent months (love
those too! Even more when they involve love and understanding from the
friend or partner you soaked, or when it’s two with the same problem.)
and I’ve wondered if you’ve ever had a sleep-wetting accident that was
not in bed. Ever doze off at school/work/on a bus or train/anywhere and
wake up to find you’ve soaked yourself?
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Annie
Multiple huge mushy poops
Hi all. My poops have been going well thanks to healthy eating (for the
most part), tons of water, lots of coffee (can’t resist it) and taking my
stool softeners and Lax a Day/Restoralax each day (polyethylene glycol).
Also been taking a walk every day and that seems to be helping too. My
poops have been very soft, even mushy. Very messy wiping job, but I’ll
take that any day over struggling to poop. I’ve been going basically
every day and even multiple times a day lately.
The past couple of days I’ve done really long and mushy logs and today
I’ve gone twice. The first time was a pretty big mushy pile. And then I
had to go again about 10 minutes ago, this time more urgent. Had to
quickly get my pants and underwear down and get my butt on the toilet
before I exploded with a huge load. It was a huge mushy pile and a rush
of diarrhea afterwards. I feel like I may have to go again a bit later.
Have a bit of cramps in my stomach but not ready to go yet. I guess
keeping hydrated is helping to move everything along 🙂
Happy pooping! I know mine has been!
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Linda
Post Title (optional) Recording yourself while pooping??
Has anyone ever recorded themselves while pooping? I did this a few weeks
ago, when I ‘fell off the wagon’ and let myself get constipated. I was at
home and I had my phone in the toilet with me, so I decided to film
myself pooping. I even filmed my anus while pushing and straining. I
loved watching myself pooping, because I was constipated, my facial
expressions were just awesome and I really had to screw up my face in
contorted ways when I strained. It was also interesting watching my anus,
as I pushed, I could see my anus contracting and relaxing, as I tried to
get the poo out. I could even see the tip of the big poo sticking out. I
couldn’t film it for too long because I had to sort of squat in an
awkward position so I could film my anus and it got too uncomfortable.
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Just a Husband
Wife had an accident
KM asked about spouses/significant others having accidents and how people
react. I’ve lurked here a bit and check posts from time to time but never
shared a story. I guess I will now. I don’t want to post any names,
though, just in case. I’m in my early 30s, my wife is in her late 20s. We
have a kid. Normal working family. Before we had our child a few years
ago we were out all morning and afternoon shopping and running errands,
had lunch, more shopping, etc. Near the end my wife mentioned needing to
go to the bathroom but said she’d wait until we got home. One the drive
home she was clearly desperate. I offered to stop. She said she’d be ok
and would rather go at home. We still had five or ten minutes to go when
she was really bad off and bent forward, holding herself. I said I was
going to stop somewhere. She said ok. But then a few second later she
gasped a little, looked down, checked herself, and told me to go home.
Why? “I just peed a little. I can’t go inside somewhere now!” I glanced
down as she spread her thighs enough to check and I could barely see the
top of a dark wet spot on her crotch. She was wearing pale tan, fairly
tight fitting Capri pants, so the wet spot was obviously darker. She held
on again and squeezed her legs shut and jiggled. I told her it was ok.
Accidents happen. No big deal. It would be ok if zshe wet herself in the
car seat We’d clean it up. She just nodded and said that wasn’t all she
had to do. Oh. Near the house she cursed and I looked over and when she
sat up and checked the wet spot was bigger, on her upper thighs and
partially up her lap. We pulled into the driveway and she threw open the
door and waddle/ran/walked into the house. I was behind her. The back of
her Capris had a big wet spot like a dinner plate on her butt and upper
thighs. We got into the house and into the hall when she froze, bent her
knees slightly, then a flood of wetness spread down her legs. She just
repeated, “No, no, no, no…”. The back of her legs were quickly soaked
all the way down. Then she farted and the back of her pants tented
outward and I could smell it and in a second or two it looked like she
had a grapefruit in her pants she pooped so much. She broke down crying,
hands over her face. I took her by her shoulders and tried to sooth her
and walked her into the bathroom. I helped her clean up and turned on the
water and helped her shower. She was very grateful and she thanked me for
being so nice about her accident. She said she thought she could make it
but just couldn’t hold it anymore. I promised her it was ok. We dried off
and she led me to our bedroom and made love to me to show her gratitude.
I don’t know why anybody would be mean to someone they love that has an
accident.
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Saturday, September 06, 2014
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Matt
Train Journey
Hi all,
This is my first ever post on here! I was on a train journey from
Scotland to London the other day. After about 2 hours I was in dire need
of a poo. I couldn’t hold it in any longer! The loo was an automatic door
so I pressed the lock button, pulled my trousers and pants down, sat down
and started reading my book. After a minute or so the door opened! A
woman in her formal suit and black tights stood staring at me. She
desperately tried to shut the door but the electrics on it had broke!
I couldn’t move as my poo was on its way. She stood with her back to me,
arms spread so no one could look in. I released 3 fairly large loud plops
and a fart then a tiny plop to finish. I wiped, said thankyou and told me
she best find somewhere else to poo!
It was an eventful train journey.
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Linda
Post Title (optional) To Mystery Poster
I saw your post, advising those of us on here that suffer with
constipation, on changing our diets and getting some help. As a person
who really suffers with bad constipation, I can tell you that I have
tried to change my diet (which I’m having success with as I changed it
recently) but its not easy. I know it might sound so simple to people who
never get constipated, for us to ‘try to help ourselves’ but its not that
simple!! I have always been prone to constipation so even if I am strict
with my diet, I still have trouble pooping at times. Even when I was a
young child, I had a healthy diet but I still got constipated a lot.
I hate getting constipated and I hate pushing out massive loads. It hurts
and it takes a very long time on the toilet.
I’m sure Jasmin K will agree with me, as I know she gets very, very
constipated, just like me. You seem to be quite concerned about her but
I’m sure she has tried out many different remedies to help her to poop
more easily. And I’m sure she hates being constipated as much as me too.
If I remember correctly, you have expressed your concern before, for us
constipation sufferers.
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JOHN
Reply
Hi its John B.
Megan great post and yes the weather has been rather pleasant lately!
Jemma I did pen a post for interest to you but it obviously fell foul of
the moderator. I will reconfigure and try again, oh and by the way
enjoyed your last couple of posts!
Take care all
John B x
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Linda
Post Title (optional) To Charlie
I have spent the last hour or so reading through a heap of posts on here
because I haven’t been on here for so long. I was reading your post,
about how you sometimes have to stick things into your anus to help dig
the poo out. You must get very badly constipated, just like me. Although
it sounds like yours is a bit worse than mine. I haven’t resorted to
sticking things into my anus, apart from a soap enema and my fingers. How
long does it take you to do a poo?? For a while, it was taking me up to 2
hours to do a poo (and even longer at times) and I was getting
constipated for 4 or 5 days at a time. I never had any ‘relief’ either,
after getting the poo out, I would get constipated again straight away.
So I was always constipated. My poos were very dry, rock hard and 12
inches or longer (not unusual for them to be 18-20 inches long) I was
like that for about a year and a half, it was terrible but since changing
my diet recently, I’ve been much better.
Are you always constipated??? It sounds like you have massive poos too.
Do you find using enemas easy? I’ve only ever used laxatives a few times,
never suppositories or enemas.
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Linda
Post Title (optional) Haven’t been on here for ages!!!
Hello everyone. I haven’t been on this site for such a long time! I’ve
been working a lot on weekends so I haven’t had much free time. I’m not
working at all this weekend so I’ve got time to catch up with everything
online. To Bloated Butt, how are your poos lately? Any constipation??
Also Dude in Distress, Jasmin K and all the others who get constipated,
any good stories lately?? I’ve missed this site!
Since I last posted on here, I’ve been doing much better with my
constipation. I think the last time I posted on here, my constipation
particularly bad and I was taking up to 2 hours or more on the toilet, to
do a poo. A friend of mine told me about someone she knew, who was also
getting very badly constipated all the time and dairy products were
causing it. I didn’t tell her about how bad my constipation was, we were
talking about how lots of people are lactose intolerant. Another friend
of mine can’t eat any dairy because it makes her throw up. I decided to
try giving up dairy products, to see if that would help me. It was a very
hard choice though because I simply love cheese of any kind (and lots of
it) and I was eating heaps of it (which was making me very
constipated)plus I love ice cream, custard and any sort of dairy in
general. I also decided to give up eating junk food, including chocolate
(which I love too but it also plugs me up badly too) and eat a lot more
salad, green ???? and food high in fibre. I’ve also been able to do poos
at home a lot more too!!
So I gave up all my favorite foods (cheese, chocolate, junk food and
other dairy products)to see if it would help. I know I’ve tried strict
diets before for my constipation but I never stuck to them for too long.
So since I last posted on here, I’ve been on my strict diet, although I
have fallen off the wagon a few times. I have still had a few bouts of
constipation and even though I’m eating much better food, I still have a
bit of trouble pushing poo out at times. However, its nowhere near as bad
as it was before and I don’t need to spend as much time on the toilet
doing a poo. That said, I did fall of the wagon a couple of weeks ago,
when it was my birthday and I really paid for it for over a week after
eating too much chocolate. Here is the story:
As you all know, I absolutely LOVE chocolate of any kind but rum and
raisin would have to be my all time favorite. A good friend of mine came
over to my place on my birthday and she bought me 2 blocks of rum and
raisin chocolate. We ate pizza and garlic bread for lunch, then we had
chocolate cake, crackers with dip, cheese, chips and chocolate cookies.
After that, we sat around all afternoon, watching DVDs. For dinner that
night, I ate left over pizza and then I ate a whole block of my rum and
raisin chocolate to myself, in one sitting. It was all gone so quickly –
seriously, I ate it all in about an hour!! I knew all this junk food
would cause havoc with my bowels in no time at all and I was right. I had
done a decent poo that morning (which was a Saturday) but I didn’t go at
all on Sunday (I’ve been doing a poo once a day for a while now,
sometimes twice a day). I knew I was getting constipated and I didn’t go
at all again on Monday. I tried to go several times but nothing would
come out. Tuesday was the same, no poo and I didn’t go again on
Wednesday. Thursday came and went and I still hadn’t done a poo! I had
been constipated for 5 days and I was desperate to do a poo!! I tried to
go on Thursday night but it was hopeless. I also forgot to mention that
even though I was extremely constipated and I knew the chocolate was the
main cause of it, I still ate most of the second block of chocolate my
friend gave me!! So that didn’t help me at all. I was surprised that I
didn’t get any butt phlegm or liquid poo leaking out. I was so
uncomfortable, miserable, lethargic and my stomach was bloated.
By Friday, I was EXTREMELY constipated. I finished work early and drove
to my favorite public toilet. I hadn’t been there for a while because I
had been doing poos at home. I made my way to the toilets and chose the
disabled one -there is more room in there. I took my pants and knickers
off and my t-shirt so I was just wearing a bra. I knew this was going
take a very long time so I sat on the toilet and relaxed. I took my phone
out and played a game for a while. I wasn’t even getting any urges to do
a poo but I pushed and strained anyway. I could see myself in the mirror
that was opposite the toilet – the look of sheer desperation on my face
as I tried to push the demon poo out was priceless!! It wasn’t long
before I was really pushing, straining and grunting. After 30 minutes, I
could feel a big poo sitting just above my anus. Even though my
hemarrhoids had mostly healed, this didn’t help and it undid some of the
healing. So my hemarrhoids stated bulging out and my anus was burning
like fire. I kept pushing, straining and grunting with all my might.
After 45 minutes, I needed a rest. I relaxed a bit and by now, about an
inch of poo was poking out of me. I felt it go back into my anus so I had
to keep straining to get it to stick out again. Then it got stuck. I
hadn’t been in a state like this for a while so it felt terrible! I
pushed, strained and grunted like there was no tomorrow
“UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGG! HHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGG!”
It didn’t help one bit!! I continued grunting loudly for the next 15 or
20 minutes. I was also doing lots of heavy breathing and snorting. I
didn’t care if anyone heard me. I got VERY loud too. I’m almost 100% sure
people heard me because I heard toilets flushing and people washing their
hands when I was resting between long grunts. After an hour and a half, I
had about 4 inches of poo sticking out of me. I rested for a few minutes
and I reached down to feel my progress. The poo felt so massive, it was
very dry, like sandpaper and it was rock hard. My anus was on fire and
now my hemarrhoids were bleeding a bit. I placed my fingers on the
outside of my anus and pushed down, while straining at the same time. It
hurt like hell but the poo came out a bit more. I kept doing that and it
helped a bit. I kept grunting very loudly, which also seemed to help.
Someone obviously heard me asked “Are you okay?” and I replied with “Not
really, I’m very, very constipated”. Then the woman just said “Oh, I see”
and she left.
After 2 hours, I was still on the toilet!! I had about 6 inches of
massive stool sticking out and I was in a terrible state! I got up off
the toilet and stood in front of the mirror. I could see the big poo
between my legs. I could also see my big white bottom and thighs jiggling
around. I’m still a bit overweight, although I have lost some weight
recently. Its mostly my bottom and thighs that are quite large but I’m
naturally curvy too. If anyone had seen me in that state, they would have
got a big shock! I said to myself “Here goes nothing” and pushed,
strained and grunted like there was no tomorrow. I felt the poo coming
out slowly and I had to work SO hard for what seemed like forever, to get
the big demon to come out completely. Finally, after 2 hours and 15
minutes, it came out!! It must have been 18 inches long and the width of
a coke can! My anus was still burning so I wet some tp in the sink and
soothed my anus with it.
Since then, I haven’t been constipated again.
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Redhead
Enema story
Hi guys, it’s redhead again. Just want to share a quick enema story that
happened yesterday.
Karen (Best friend/roommate) was getting starting to get a bit
constipated, so last night, she used the enema kit we had gotten from the
pharmacy a while back that I had mentioned a few months ago if any of you
long time fan of this site might remember.
She decided to administer 2L this time. We had placed that toilet chair
thing we also had gotten from that pharmacy in the shower because then
she could just take a shower right after without having to wipe. Anyways,
she stood for a bit and allowed the enema to do it’s magic. After holding
for several minutes, she felt enough time had passed, so she quickly sat
on the toilet chair with her legs spread across the side of the tub. It’s
been a few months since she did this so she kinda hesitated at first, but
then I heard her abdomen gurgle a little, then she said: “I can feel it
coming…… uuugggghhhhhh”, then massive amounts of water with a lot of
chunks of solid poop shot out of her. Followed by several more sprays. I
said: “Phew,…. it’s getting very ripe in here”, she laughed and
jokingly told me to shut it.
I kept her company while she did her business and after she was done, she
just got up and watered the entire thing down through the drain and
showered.
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Victoria F.
Hi everyone. Today at work we had a meeting that just dragged on and on
and on. By the time it finally did end, I was extremely desperate to
piss. And so were several other people, it seems. I rushed to the
bathroom and was following two other women. I knew one of them, her name
is Zoe, but not the other.
Anyway, we got to the bathroom and took three stalls. We all peed long
gushers and then I heard someone rolling off paper. I was feeling like I
might need to poop, so I figured I’d try and do it then rather than come
back later. I reasoned Zoe was doing the same, as the other lady flushed
and left her stall, but Zoe was still sitting next to me.
I pushed and gave a fart and a log that dropped with a plop to sort of
“break the ice”. Soon, I had another log crackling out of me. Two more
farts and another plop later and I was finished, although I still hadn’t
heard so much as a fart from Zoe. I asked her if she was alright. She
replied, with a slightly strained voice, “Yeah, I’m fine… just a bit…
constipated”
I wiped thoroughly, flushed, and left the stall to wash my hands. As I
was drying my hands, I heard a huge splash and a sigh. It seems that Zoe
was able to get her poop out in the end.
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