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Tlana
Babysitting the Opposite Sex
I continue to do a lot of babysitting. Recently I had a new boy, Breydon.
He just turned 6. I had to walk over to his grade school and pick him up
and I had him all weekend since his mother had to go out of town. She
paid me real well, plus my admission to the largest zoo plus a circus in
our city. I stayed at their apartment and woke him up at the scheduled
time on Saturday morning and knew that we needed to get to the zoo before
it got too busy. This was the last weekend it was open for the season.
Because we were so hurried, I forgot to remind him to go to the bathroom
before we left. That was a dumb move on my part because I always remember.
I drove him to the zoo, we parked, and after paying for a day-long pass
we started with his favorite–the cat complex. It was at that point he
said he had to poo. He couldn’t tell me how bad, but I walked him outside
to the closest bathroom building, led him to the door and told him to use
the same procedure his mom had taught him to use at school. He asked that
I take him in, like his mother who takes him in with her to the ladies
room, but he’s in 1st grade now and should be able to go into the guys
room on his own. I told him I would stay by the entrance. because I
didn’t want him to think he would lose me. He was in there for about 5
minutes and I heard lots of flushes and guys were coming out and others
going in. Finally, he came out, his jeans were not buckled and his fly
was open, so I immediately pulled him to the side so I could have him
make the corrections. First, I asked him how much poo he made. He held up
3 fingers so I figured that meant 3 pieces. I praised him but showed him
how to use his zipper and belt. He seemed resistant, and finally when I
calmed him down a bit, I found what the problem was.
Because his mother takes him with her into the ladies room, she also
wipes him. Later I found that he doesn’t crap at school, so other than
when he has most of his craps at home, mom wipes him. I knew I probably
had to make an exception to what I wanted to teach him: independence. So
I reluctantly took him into the ladies room on the other side of the
building. It was crowded and we got a few looks because he’s a little
larger than many his age. Most of the toilets were in use, but once one
opened right next to us, I grabbed the door and nudged him in. He put his
thumb and finger to his nose because the last user had done a smelly poo.
(I sometimes wonder why public bathrooms don’t have toilet lids that
could be shut in such situations). I told Breydon to pull his clothing
down, and he did, and I helped slide him onto the seat. I gave him some
toilet paper from the roll and told him he could wipe from the seat or
get down and wipe while standing. Rather, he got off the seat, placed his
hands over the front in a bent over position that he said is how is mom
handles it.
So I took the toilet paper and did a wipe for him. Luckily his crap had
been well formed and I showed him how little I had got. Then I showed him
and insisted that he pull off additional paper and do a 3-count as he did
3 swipes with it. It worked and he got a little more of the remaining
mess. I praised him, but told him I had to wee and that I wanted him to
turn and face the door while I did my thing. He tried to cheat and look
at me once, but I told him to stop it. He said his mom doesn’t mind him
watching her. But I avoided that discussion with him. Then we went out to
the sinks. I had to slow him down a bit, because he was getting
frustrated when no soap would come out. Then he seemed surprised
(actually quite interested) in how it worked.
Babysitting the opposite gender and how to use large public toilets is
challenging. I’ve been babysitting almost 5 years now and I’m still a
little uncertain as to what the best way to handle it is.
Any ideas?
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oldpoop
Flushing twice
Someone mentioned flushing the toilet before wiping in order to avoid a
clog. Late last year I decided to try collecting my used toilet paper in
a small paper bag rather than flushing it down the pot. I’m trying to
save water, so I don’t want to flush twice; those gallons add up! The
results (so far) of this experiment have been good. First–no clogs
whatever; since I usually poop more than once a day, I’ve been leaving my
first poop in the water until after I do another one, usually a few hours
later, and then flushing, so usually I flush more than one movement at a
time; fewer flushes, less water used. Second–since I live in a fairly
rural neighborhood, I have a burn barrel outside, into which I put
readily burnable yard waste (weeds, fallen sticks, etc.). When the barrel
gets fairly full, if the little bag is fairly full of used toilet paper,
I take it out, dump it into the stuff in the barrel, and light the paper.
One might think there would be moist stuff (i.e., poop) on the paper, but
it all dries quite well, and one match lights it up. It burns fiercely,
igniting the dry plant material, and the contents of the barrel go up in
flames in two or three minutes (unless there is wood among the contents;
that takes a bit longer). After the fire, the toilet paper is completely
gone; no trace; and it has not clogged the toilet. Thus, I have saved
water and gotten rid of the used paper.
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VeeTwo
Anti gas medications effects
I’ve been taking an OTC simethicone based anti gas drug lately, one pill
a day, to see if it would make me feel somewhat better than i’m used to
and maybe pass less gas during the day, especially when doing workouts.
It worked and i founded myself less bloated and gassier, but as a side
effect, it also makes my stool completely solid throughout all the
movements. It won’t make it harder like what sometimes happens when i’m
taking lactobacillus supplements (which i do from time to time), but i
keep passing several solid stools until i’m done, even when i go right
after getting the first urge, when i used to first have a solid stool
coming out of me and then ending with mushy stools or even having totally
mushy movements especially in the morning. Does this also happen to
someone else?
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Home Pooper
Pooping on a cruise
Hey guys! It’s been quite a while since the last time I posted here (back
in April). I’m a male in my 20s and my posts here detailed how I never
have a feeling that I need to go poop when I’m away from home, and I was
attempting to try to train myself that it’s okay to poop in public
restrooms as I want to be more regular. I’ve been really busy so that
goal got sidetracked and I haven’t attempted to poop in a public restroom
lately, which isn’t good for my “training”.
However, I did want to talk about my experience on a cruise I took a few
weeks back. As I detailed in my earlier posts, because my body never
seems to “need” to go when I’m away from home, I can often go an entire
vacation without pooping, and then when I get home, I’d suddenly need to
have a large, sometimes painful bowel movement. I assumed this cruise
would be no different. But I hoped it might have helped that I had a room
all to myself.
If anyone here has taken a cruise before, you’ll know they feed you well.
They had a free buffet that was pretty much always open, a main dining
area that was free, free room service, and more. But, all this eating and
then not pooping isn’t really a good combination. On one of the days, I
knew that my body didn’t need to go, but I tried going anyway, just to
show my effort was there. I went to the bathroom (which was tiny) in my
room and sat on the small toilet shoved in the corner. I ended up sitting
there for a bit trying to push, but nothing ever ended up coming out
(just pee).
Sometimes on the cruise I would think of this and it would sort of
depress me. I assumed most people on the cruise didn’t share my problem.
I’d see everyone out on the top deck by the pool, the guys showing off
their muscles, the ladies dressed in bathing suits showing off their
bodies, and I’d think “why can’t I go like they all probably do?”.
Finally, on the last night before the cruise was over, I was laying in my
bed with the TV on, playing a game on my phone, and the urge hit me. At
last, I actually needed to poop! It wasn’t just me wanting to try or
anything, but I actually had to go! And rather urgently; it was a lot
like when I get home from a trip and need to go – not something I could
really hold for a while, but more of a “I need to go now!”.
I took my phone over to the bathroom in my room, pulled down my shorts
and boxers, and sat on the toilet. Like usual for me, I peed first. When
I was done peeing, my poo began to start coming out on its own. I didn’t
even push, it was just naturally falling at a slow rate. I knew this was
going to be a large load, as it had been several days since I had last
went, and I had eaten a significant amount since then. Under normal
circumstances, I should have needed a number of bowel movements during
the cruise.
Not trying to sound gross, but as my poo was coming out, it got stuck as
it got thicker. At first I continued to just sit there playing on my
phone. I hesitated pushing as I expected it to be painful, but after a
few minutes of having poop sticking out of my butt, I started to push. It
hurt a little bit as it came out but honestly wasn’t too bad. It landed
in the toilet, and I was done. Finally, my digestive system did what it
was supposed to do!
I stood up to turn and see what I did. Wow, this thing was ugly.
Surprisingly, it didn’t smell too bad, but it was a monster to look at
and I didn’t think it would be able to flush. Thankfully, there happened
to be a toilet brush right next to the toilet, so I used it to poke my
poop and break it into two parts, hoping that would help it flush easier.
After breaking it apart, I closed the lid and hit the flush button (the
flush button is only accessible by closing the lid). I then opened the
lid up and saw only one of the two pieces flushed. I closed the lid and
flushed again. This time the other piece went away. But, I still actually
hadn’t wiped yet because I was so concerned the toilet would already
clog. The cruise toilet paper wasn’t the plushiest stuff, but it wasn’t
as thin as some public restrooms. It did the job. I wiped a few times,
and then flushed yet again.
I washed my hands and then left the bathroom to go back to the bed. But I
felt like I needed to wipe some more, so I went back in the bathroom and
did just that, and flushed again. A total of 4 flushes within a few
minutes. I guess their toilets used some sort of vacuum system, so they
were loud when flushed. I could hear when the rooms next to me flushed
their toilets. I knew they were around as I heard another toilet flush
soon before I went, and soon after, so I know they heard my 4 flushes and
must have known I pooped.
But with that out of the way, I felt sooo relieved. It was so nice to
finally have that come out and not keep me bloated. Now if only my body
would realize that it could have just pooped once a day or something, and
we never would have been in that situation.
I know some people might think it’d be nice if they never had to poop in
public (or in this case, away from home), but actually, it really stinks
that my body won’t typically poop outside of home. Some people might say
pooping outside of home is inconvenient. I argue the opposite. This is
one of those instances where I wish I didn’t have this problem. If my
body could just be regular and poop when it needs to poop, and not bottle
it up and wait until it thinks it’s convenient, I could feel better and
not worry about going on a trip. And I want to stress, it’s not that I
refuse to go, it’s that my body just flat out will not have to go. As I
mentioned earlier, I even sat on the toilet one of the cruise days just
to try, and nothing happened. I’m willing to take my body to the
restroom, it’s my body that’s not holding up its end of the bargain.
My very first post on this site, I talked about how I waited one day at
home until I had to poop, and then I drove up to a local Target store,
for the sole purpose of pooping in a public restroom. I’ve been planning
on doing this kind of thing again. Ideally, visiting multiple restrooms
would be the best exposure so I’ve been trying to think of where else I
can go locally for “training”. One of my ideas is to drive on the
interstate to one of the interstate rest stops. I’ve never been there,
but I figure that would be a good place with multiple stalls, a busy
restroom with people entering and exiting (might help my body get over a
“fear” it might have?) and probably other people also doing a number 2
due to the nature that it’s a rest stop for travelers who have been on
the road for some time, which might help me be able to do my own number
2s more frequently away from home (if other people are doing it, maybe I
can too). My concern is that the rest stop might not exactly be the
cleanest, and potentially *too* busy and make me feel rushed and nervous.
I’m also considering places like Walmart, McDonald’s, and probably Target
again. Not sure what I’ll do. I’ve wanted to get started on this idea but
lately when I need to poop, it’s either soon after waking up, right as
I’m going to bed, or during the day but too sudden of an urge to be able
to drive somewhere without risking an accident.
I’ll be sure to report any updates I have. To all of you who hopefully
don’t share my problem, happy pooping!
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Catherine
To 35 Years of Defecating!!!
Yea!!! It’s my birthday! (October 22)
It already started with a super-soft, substantial bowel movement at
around 7:30 this morning!
I always begin my day with yogurt and cereal, at about 5 AM and then go
for a jog around the subdivision. Then, after my shower, my parents made
a wonderful southern breakfast – Grits, eggs, sausage, fresh sliced
apples, biscuits and apple butter, and a good cup of coffee.
This is normal for me, but I guess it was extra special since it is my
day :)I have the rest of the week off, so I did not feel rushed!
About 15 minutes after eating I excused myself from the table and went
back upstairs to my suite. The urge to go was strong.
When I got on the toilet, I involuntarily pushed all the poop out at
once, with some squelching noises. I didn’t fart, but the defecating was
pretty noisy. It felt so good to get all of it out.
There was a mound of thick, light to medium brown, mousse-like poop about
the size of a pie covering the hole of the toilet. I took a picture with
my phone!!!
I sat for a minute or two just to make sure that it was all and sure
enough, it was.
Now, back to a day of relaxing, being me, and enjoying this beautiful
fall weather.
Then, Alan is taking me to dinner after football practice, but we have
plans for more of a party on Saturday, as he is busy this time of year! I
am excited just to chill!
I hope everyone is well!
Love,
Catherine!
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Shelbi
Answer to Tristans question – page 2502
Unless I’m desperate I usually poop first. I’ll push out the first piece,
then pee, and then finish my #2. If I’m desperate they tend to come out
at the same time and if I struggle going and need to push I’ll often let
out little spurts of pee.
Shelbi x
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Taylor (Shelbi’s Sister)
Pee before poop
My sister has just been reading through some of the older pages and saw
this, and told me I need to answer! 😛
ff it’s just a dribble, and then I’ll poop. Sometimes I’ll start pooping
before my stream has finished and sometimes I’ll let out a little more
pee while getting some toilet paper.
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just another girl
Whoops…I’ve just farted quietly and it stinks. It smells of rotten
cabbage! Phew – pardon me! That was a nasty one! Just thought you all
might like to know 🙂
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Brandon T
comments & stuff
To: Silford it sounds like Carin had a good poop.
To: Catherine great story about your major diarrhea attack it sounds like
you were beyond desperate at least you made it to the toilet each time
and I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Karen C it sounds like you had a rough day at least you didnt have an
accident and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: J.A.G as always another great story.
To: Anna great pooping story.
To: Chantelle K first welcome to the site and great story please post
anymore you may have thanks.
To: Mystery Poster great story about you and you and your teacher having
diarrhea in the bathroom together.
To: Emma great story about you pooping outside.
To: Pregnant Pooper great story.
Well thats all for now.
Sincerely Brandon T
Ps. I love this site
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Anna from Austria
To Anna
Anna, to be honest, going Number 2 in the Office will always be a Little
embarrassing and I will never totally getting used to it. Unlike my
School and University days, where going to the bathroom was quite
anonymous, you know everyone you’ll met at the bathroom at my Office.
I hope so too that Melanie didn’t feel to bad for stinking up the
bathroom.
PS: I like your latest Story.
greetings from Austria
Anna
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Angela
Questions to a survey
1. How many times a day do you pee? 8 times maybe?
2. How often do you poop? 1-3 times a day.
3. Have you ever pooped outside? I tried once, but I was constipated so I
couldn’t poop:(
4. You feel awkward pooping in public bathrooms? More nervous someone
will hear me.
5. Have you ever had an accident in your pants? Not since a kid.
6. What foods give you diarrhea? Not sure.
7. How often do you get constipated? All the time, pretty daily for me.
8. Have you ever watched or have been watched going to the bathroom?
watched my mom / sister(as a kid) and a friend. Been watched by my mom,
dad (when I was a kid) and a friend.
9. Where is the weirdest place you went poop? Umm, I’m not really sure.
I’ve always pooped on toilets.
10. Where was the weirdest place you peed? i made a fort with friends as
a kid and we made a “bathroom” so i peed in a flower pot we found in the
woods and my friends dads bucket we found in the garage. We dumped it and
put it back in his garage lmao
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Mina
Dear Catherine: Your article about fecal matter sound interesting! But I
don’t surprise to read that Japan is No.2 for motion size. Because I and
my friends do very huge motions. And I agree, it’s good to do big
motions. Maho’s father, he is doctor, he says same thing. But he says,
never force to do. If our bottom don’t co-operate, we have to give up and
go again later. Hisae’s body habit is like that. Other 3, if we stay on
loo long time enough, we can do big motion all at once. My body accustoms
to this way. I never force, I only wait. And after 10 or 15 minutes my
loo is very full and my bottom is very empty.
I think my loo smile when I go to it thinking I want to do motions. And
when I take off my panties and show my bottom to my loo, smile gets
bigger. My loo is glutton! I think motions are not delicious for human
beings, but they are delicious for loo. Well if my loo is happy, I am
happy too.
Few days ago I did huge motions in Hisae’s loo, but I am sleepy now so I
tell next time.
Love, Mina
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Angela
First time pooping in high school bathroom !
I’m back with a story! It’s been a while but I haven’t had any good
stories or poops but I have one Finally!!
So a couple weeks ago I had caught a stomach bug of sorts. It started on
a Saturday and I had a bit of diarrhea and mushy poop. I didn’t have any
more so I didn’t think I was sick. For the next few days I had really
soft and almost mushy poop. On Thursday that’s when I found out I had a
mild stomach flu. It took a full 8-9 days for my soft poop and awful
stomach aches to go away. As anyone has a stomach bug like this?
Anyway during that week, one day at school I really had to poop but I
haven’t pooped in school for years since elementary school. I’m now a
sophomore in high school. So at lunch break I went to pee and I thought i
could go let out a little gas. So I walked in and the bathroom was really
busy with people peeing after class. There was a line so I waited and got
a middle stall. Luckily it was really noisy with toilets flushing, sinks
on and lots of people talking. So I sat on the toilet and peed. I pushed
a bit and a few farts slipped it quietly. Most of the people had cleared
out now and the bathroom was silent. I thought there was a couple other
people in there. So I pushed and a really soft log came out. My stomach
really hurt but this was the first time I had pooped in the school
bathroom so I decided to just wipe. It took a lot of wipes before I was
clean. And it smelled so awful!! I exited the stall and realized I was
actually the only one left in the bathroom. So I washed my hands and
left. That was the first time I pooped at my high school, I had never
pooped in middle school and I had only pooped in elementary school twice.
Let me know if you want to hear those stories. I’ve only pooped once More
at school since this story happened.
And expect a post coming soon! I talked with my best guy friend about
poop for the first time ever. So I’ll have to write about that soon!
Thanks and I enjoy reading all your posts!!
Angela 🙂
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sally
visit to a farmers market
My daughter and I visited a farmers market a couple of towns over, a very
rural affair with everything food vans and stalls in a field. Naturally
after wandering around sampling the foods we were both in need for a
visit to the toilet. The toilets were a sort of steel frame shed with
many doors each side, no roof, women on one side men on the other, when
you went in there was no real toilet just a board with a hole across the
narrow stall and a trench pit underneath spanning all the toilets. I went
in to the middle one my daughter Kay took the left end. I closed the door
surveyed the situation and heard a clunk and an ewww from Kay. I giggled
and lifted the lid to see a pile of poo and paper under the hole, if I
looked to the back I could see another pile under one of the holes in the
men’s side, to the left what was under Kay’s hole, same to the right. My
mind engulfed evil thoughts. I watched for a moment as I heard Kay sit,
looking just to the left I could see Kay’s pee stream touching down on
the pile, more evil thoughts. I quickly dropped my panties turned and sat
to release my own stream of pee, sending it splashing on to the pile
beneath me. Kay had finished and yelled to me “I am going back to the
market text when you’re done”. My pee dribbled to an end but I stayed
seated. I looked up and watched the clouds pass by for a few minutes then
I heard voices male voices, more evil thoughts, two men one in behind me
and one to the right behind me, I wiped and pulled up my panties I turned
around and looked to the back in the pit, I heard a clunk then saw a
shadow as he lowered himself and sat over the hole. Even tho I couldn’t
see his body I was so close to him there was only a thin sheet of
corrugated iron separating the stalls. When I sat my back was up against
it, I imagined his stall was the same. I tried to be as quiet as I could
my heart raced as I heard and saw a wee stream splatter onto the pile.
The other man also did a wee, he then told his friend he would meet him
later, leaving me and the man in the stall behind mine. Silence I knew he
was waiting to poo just like my husband used to do, this was the I am
full of poo and am waiting for it to start stage. I heard a little puffy
air fart and a sexy deep grunt. I could hear his poo crackle, I couldn’t
see it but it must have been inching out, more crackle and I just start
to see the tip appear, golden brown rounded at the end. He stops and it
hangs there I can see the end and about an inch of the length I wonder
how much is actually hanging out of him that I can’t see. It looks to be
about an inch round, Another sexy deep grunt and the poo crackles again
but it snapped and dropped onto the pile. More crackle and I see the
snapped off tip, then in a rush the whole lot dropped onto the pile. I
could hear him roll off paper and thought is that it ? no more ? I saw
the paper drop it had a little brown smear on it down the middle. Another
spin of the roll and mostly clean paper dropped. I felt kind of ripped
off only one poo snapped in half. I felt like telling him off.
I heard his door creek open and bang shut. I composed myself and quickly
exited wanting to catch a glimpse of him. A blond guy about 6ft tall,
slim, delicious, about 20 and way too young for me. I have this little
devil that pokes me and says talk to him, and the little angel that says
your daughters not much younger than he is. He disappeared into the
crowd. I text-ed Kay and we met up.
sally
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Thursday, October 22, 2015
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Caspar
Intro and Shout-Out to Melanie
Hi folks. Long-time reader, first-time poster. I’ve always thought this
was a cool site, since I stumbled on to it back around the late 90s.
Growing up I had a fascination with ladies using the bathroom, but I
couldn’t say where it stemmed from. Except for once being in a car with a
female cousin who was in desperate need of urinating. We made it to the
facilities in time without either of us having an accident. But it has
stuck in my mind all these years.
Then there was a time when a childhood friend decided out of the blue,
when we were in his room one day, that he would pee under his bed instead
of go downstairs. It wasn’t the middle of the night or anything, he just
thought it would be fun. I simply shrugged, as if to say, go for it.
So he did. And managed to get caught immediately afterwards.
And then once at a daytime BBQ I was at for an hour as a pre-teen, I was
wandering around the yard when I happened to walk behind the barn.
And there in the tall grass by the back door were a pair of jeans with a
bunch of flies buzzing around them. I knew that there was a teen girl
that lived there, and immediately I suspected she had had an accident.
It was never confirmed or spoke of by myself or others. And just as I got
the courage to walk over closer and inspect them out of curiosity,
someone was calling for me, so I hightailed it back to the gathering.
I said all that to say that the various accounts on here have been very
interesting over the years. The near-misses, the unavoidable accidents,
the desperation, and the occasional deliberate ones.
It’s fascinating to read about the tension folks experience in those
situations preceding an accident…will anyone else know, etc, etc. All
quite exciting if you ask me.
In closing, I wanted thank the site mods for running an exemplary place
here. And to a recent poster named Melanie, who posted a week ago or so.
I just wanted to say your experience of having to choose to go in your
pants due to the bad discomfort of IBS while at college, made for an
interesting read. Not too many folks are willing to do that for their own
sake, and it’s exciting to know there are ladies who are more open-minded
about such matters.
Hope you are feeling well, and look forward to reading about more of your
experiences with “letting go.”
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Siford
How Carin Found Out I Was Right
Both me and Carin were assigned to the tutoring lab after school last
week. We’ve known each other for years, grew up on the same block and she
and I went to elementary school together. So right after the final period
bell rang, I raced down the hall to the guys’ bathroom, because I knew I
wasn’t going to be able to hold my crap in for another 90 or minutes or
so. I had been holding it since like 10 a.m., but many of my teachers
won’t let me out of class (“personal things should be done on your time”)
they say, but that’s not always possible due to the bullying and hassling
of the younger and less developed guys during the class break/passing
periods. And I’ve written about how the administration closes most of the
guys bathrooms right after school because there’s been a lot of vandalism
to the toilets (jammed up bowls until they overflow), graffiti, sinks
overflowing from water left running, and paper towel holders knocked off
the walls.
So I got to the bathroom, easily saw that one mirror had been cracked in
two places and was hanging on just one bolt. I turned and went into the
first of the 20 cubicles which like most, didn’t have a door. There was
nothing unflushed in the toilet, the seat was down and although there was
about 3 splashes on it, I didn’t want to take time to cover or even wipe
it first. I pulled my jeans and briefs down and within 3 seconds of
placing my butt down, the first of 3 banana-like pieces blasted out of
me. Since I already had my junk pointed into the bowl, I took my right
hand and shook it enough to get about 15 seconds of pee out of me. Then I
started the wiping job. Since my crap was somewhat soft, it took about 6
wipes for me to get myself clean. Before I started, though, I stood and
reached down and flushed the toilet. I’ve found that lessens the chance
of clogging. I washed my hands at the only one of the 5 sinks that worked.
So as I entered the tutoring lab and found our table, Carin started to
tease me with “Bet you’re so late because you stopped to crap…” and
something else I didn’t remember. I gave it back to her by saying that
not everybody can regulate themselves to go at home each morning,
something that she brags about. And I shouldn’t have said this (but the
proctor para was on the other side of the room logged onto the computer)
so I told Carin how bad the guys bathrooms are as the reason why I try to
avoid them. I guess what I said was so descriptive that she seemed
offended and wanted to challenge me. She said she had been holding her
crap since after the lunch and had been “too busy” to do anything about
it so she asked me to take her to the really worst restroom I knew of and
she could prove me wrong that the guys’ toilets are worse than the girls.
So I took her to the one that I had just came from. Luckily, the
custodians had not closed it and most everyone had taken off. I checked
to make sure no one was in there and closed the entrance door. Carin was
especially shocked by so many of the 25 urinals being jammed up and the
water draining across the room to the drain that was covered with a few
layers of litter, the largest of which was a self-made book cover. I
pointed her to her left and shoved her to the nearest stall, without a
door, of course. She seemed somewhat amused by some graphic graffiti on
the wall just above the toilet and flusher. But she finally hiked up her
skirt, pulled her underwear down, and seated herself. She had her phone
and showed me the timer she was setting at 4-down, meaning the minutes we
usually have during passing periods. She started with a bit of a wee,
followed shortly after with her crap that came in about 6 pieces, the
final one caused her to spread her legs and move a little on the seat in
order for it to drop. Then she showed me her time (she has 2:11 left).
She stood to wipe and seemed curious as to why her butt seemed to pop off
the seat. She did two pretty good wipes. I asked her to sit back down and
see if she was able to get that pop again when she stood. Sure enough, it
happened again. She flushed and had 33 seconds left on the clock. After
she washed her hands, not as well as I wash mine by any means, we went
back to the tutoring lab and got to work.
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Anna from Austria
To Mina
Thanks for your message. I also like writing to you. i really liked you
latest story. I hope there will no further issues with Suzanna. I also
have sometimes an upset stomach, but luckily I was always at home when
this happened. Having diarrhea at work would be quite awkward.
It occurred one time during my school days though. Fortunately it
happened during the Physical Education class and so no other girls were
in the locker room and I had the toilet for myself.
As I was away for a very long time, the other girls knew what I had to
do, but luckily they didn’t’ know how bad my motion was. It was similar
the motion of your co worker you just described.
Greetings from Austria
Anna.
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Catherine
Explosive Diarrhea on Game Day
Hi everybody!!!
I am sorry that it has been so long since I have posted. Everything is
going well and I am enjoying everyone’s posts. Midwest Mom, Liz S –
welcome!!!
Two weeks ago – Saturday, October 3rd – my boyfriend’s family had a game
day party for the Alabama-Georgia football game at their lake house about
30 minutes from the town where we live. It’s a beautiful, rustic place in
a gated community. Alan and I are big Alabama fans, even though neither
of us went to college there. And, this was a big game for the team.
I wore this comfortable Crimson-colored dress, and my hair down, which is
unusual. I imagine I wear a pony-tail most days of the week. I curled it.
I just wanted to be comfortable and attempt to be beautiful at the same
time. Alan liked it!
As the weather was a little cooler that day, Alan’s dad made his homemade
chili. It had a plethora of vegetables and beans, and a little ground
beef for flavor. It was almost like a combination of a taco soup and
chili. Too, it was spicy, with a mixture of habenero and jalepeno pepper
sauces for flavor. It was sooooo good!!! I love spicy foods! OK, I
overdid it. I will admit that this was not the smartest thing I have ever
done.
I ate three bowls!!! Haha!
Alan is so funny. He says that my apetite is impressive. He said that he
loves how I can enjoy my food, not feel guilty and not make comments
about my weight. Additionally, they had other party food, such as a
vegetable tray, cocktail smokies, chips and salsa, and bottled beer!
I had some of all of it, including a beer, and was having a great time.
The game was over by halftime, in Alabama’s favor. Not long after the
game started I felt my stomach burning. My stomach grew increasingly
bloated and uncomfortable. I knew how this was going to end. The only
question was when. Alan heard my stomach rumble throughout the second
quarter. He looked at me and gave me a grin. I returned with a smile that
basically said, “Yes, I know. I am going to pay for this.”
During halftime, I walked outside onto the patio to fart. I let out
several audible poots, usually one to two bubbles. That helped, but
things were really moving in my stomach. Alan joined me. I said, “Alan, I
can’t leave. This is going to hit and I will be in the bathroom for a
while. Everything was so good! I can’t believe I ate all that!” As I said
it, my stomach made a really loud growl like a lot of the contents were
making their way south. Alan said that it was OK. He said he should have
warned me about the chili. He liked it too, but he said that if you are
not careful, it could bite back.
Well, by the end of the third quarter, the game was over. My stomach had
not calmed and I got up to get some water. As I turned around from the
refridgerator to make my way back to the couch where Alan and I were
sitting, my stomach cramped up. Then, a load of diarrhea flushed through
my large intestine and gushed south to my rectum. At first I hunched
over. But when the diarrhea made its way south, I stood straight up. I
grabbed my butt as a reaction – I couldn’t believe I was being that
obvious.
“Honey, are you OK?” Alan asked. All I knew was get to a bathroom quick.
I could feel myself beginning to perspire. I could not do this in the
hall bathroom on the main level. Somehow, I was able to make it upstairs
to a hall bathroom near the guest bedrooms. Just as I got to the door, I
felt my stomach move again. “Oh dear God,” I thought. “Please let me get
to the toilet.”
I got my panties down, the toilet lid open, and I exploded.
Have you ever seen Dumb and Dumber where Jeff Daniels has the diarrhea
scene? That was me. The diarrhea exploded out of me with a force that I
had not felt before. It was loud, gassy and gushy all at the same time.
The only difference between Dumb and Dumber and me is that I did not have
my legs up in the air.
I sat there for a while to see if I would go more. My stomach still did
not feel good. But nothing happened. I checked my watch and I had been in
the bathroom for about 15 minutes. I cleaned up, flushed and found some
air freshener to spray. I will leave it to your imagination as to how bad
the bathroom smelled.
Now to make the triumphant return. I came down the stairs. Everyone asked
if I was OK. I just said that I overdid it with all the wonderful food.
But before I sat down, I was stopped in my tracks with the same scenario,
“Excuse me,” I interrupted as I ran up the stairs again. This time the
diarrhea just poured out of me like dumping a bucket of water in the
toilet. A couple of minutes later I began to let out explosive sounding
farts. I could not believe that this was happening.
This was a major diarrhea attack.
Now, I am going to tell you something that I would never tell anyone in
person. As you know, I love to poop.
IT FELT SO GOOD!!!!
If I was having this diarrhea attack at home, I would have enjoyed it
much better.
When I came down the stairs I asked Alan if he could take me home, that I
was sick. We left right when the game ended. I told his parents that I
had a great time and enjoyed everything. I apologized for getting sick,
that I overdid it with all the wonderful food. They both told me not to
worry about it.
On the way home I told Alan how sorry I was. He said that everyone gets
sick. It was OK.
He is so good to me. When I got home, I had diarrhea two more times. Oh
well, I guess if you can be loved after that, then he must be a keeper.
In spite of the diarrhea, I had a great time getting to know his family,
watching the game and spending time at the lake.
I hope that everyone is well!
Love,
Catherine!
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Catherine
Large Bowel Movements are Healthy
It seems that there has been concern over large bowel movements on the
forum. If you are regular – whatever that means to you – then it is OK to
have large bowel movements.
In fact, it’s healthy.
Once I ran across a statistic that I wish that I saved to my computer. It
was the average fecal output per person in major locations around the
world. I can’t find it now, but it was saying that NY City had the lowest
in the world. An African nation was the highest, followed by Japan.
The truth is that we are supposed to have large bowel movements and it’s
OK to do so. It means that we are getting enough fiber, water and
exercise.
And, as have said, it feels good to do these kinds of poops.
Just keep a plunger and toilet brush near the toilet at all times!!!
Love to all!
Catherine!
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Karen C.
Don’t Get the Coleslaw at KFC!
Beware the coleslaw from KFC unless you like having the runs and throwing
up every fifteeen minutes! Got pretty sick recently from it and more on
that later: ….
Okay, first, so an update and long story short, I’m back to being a
public school substitute teacher and teaching piano and drums in my home
because I quit my gig at the cement place, just too much male chauvenism
and catcalling for me ever since they hired the new influx of young guys
recently(a good number of which I helped train, mostly on how to drive
cement trucks with double-stick transmissions which are now or at least
should be obsolete by now unless they’re being used by a stingy company
that underpays and overworks it’s employees using outdated equipment like
the one I was with until recently).
Gotta admit though, there were instances where I felt flattered when some
of the bolder guys would “act out” when I bent over in my drab old nasty
work pants and they’d whistle/howl/comment about my hips/butt/figure and
made comments about my ummm, “endowment” when I was sweaty and wearing
only a sweat soaked t-shirt and bra after getting so hot that I had to
take off my shirt; –never thought guys half my age would be so horny as
to think I’m still attractive at my age! Haha, good for my self esteem
but it gets old after a while but I don’t really appreciate being treated
as nothing more than a sex object especially when I’m supposed to be like
a mentor to them. Kids today have no respect for their elders.
Some of the boys in contrast were very nice and treated me with respect
like a mother figure or older sister or aunt, and I wish the best for
them. They still email me and I give them motherly advice and share humor
with them, etc.
Okay, so now the diarrhea account I know you’ve all been waiting for,
right? Long story short, ordered a two piece extra crispy with mashed
potatoes and coleslaw for lunch at around 12:15. Ate it and felt fine
until around 3 PM. Started feeling lethargic and tired so took a nap on
the sofa while watching TV. Woke up intermittently at about hourly
intervals; felt like I was about to diarrhea but held it in because I was
so tired and didn’t feel like getting up to go the the bathroom. At
around 11PM I finally got up, went to the bathroom and had a profuse bout
of explosive diarrhea. Felt a little better and wanted some clam chowder
and needed some pepto to soothe my ???? so I went to Walmart at a little
past midnight, checked out, then proceeded to drive home.
On the way home felt nauseated, mouth kept filling up with spit as fast
as I could keep swallowing it, and was sure I was about to throw up so
pulled into a closed store parking lot to buy Sprite from the vending
machine outside. Sipped a bit of the soda but my stomach kept feeling
more and more full until I just couldn’t hold it. Long story short,
pretty soon burped and then I started throwing up uncontrollably in the
parking lot while sitting on the hood of my car and it smelled awful,
basically like fried chicken smell mixed with puke smell; I had to get
away from that smell so I could stop gagging. Felt like another diarrhea
coming on too but I was able to refrain from doing that until I got home.
Distinctly remember spitting out the remnants of the chopped cabbage and
carrots from the coleslaw into the puddle I left in the parking lot, it
tasted terrible, sour and bitter and stuck to my teeth and I had to lick
those chunks off my teeth and spit them out. It was a mess, some of it
got on my shoes too. Drove home when I felt able to. I don’t think i can
eat coleslaw again for a long time. I’m positive that it was the coleslaw
that made me sick, tasted fine at the time butcha can’t be too careful
especially at places where the workers make minimum wage, they just don’t
care.
Didn’t want the chowder anymore now obviously because I felt too queasy
and my appetite was gone so i got into my jammies and robe and took some
of the pepto and just relaxed in front of the tv. Woke up at around 5 AM
and had diarrhea and made coffee; my stomach felt a little better but it
started getting that full feeling again and when I coughed I threw up so
I hurried outside the kitchen door and let it out onto the grass after
just half a cup of coffee and just felt weak/tired/dizzy and then went to
bed. Slept until about 1pm, when I woke up I felt a lot better. Took a
series of enemas to try and wash out what was making me sick and took a
sleeping pill and fell asleep afterwards on front of the TV to a George
Carlin DVD. Woke up that night at around 8pm, each time I burped I could
still taste that damned coleslaw so I drank lots of water and stuck my
finger down my throat and tried to throw up as much as I could, it was
mostly water but I got up a few pieces more of cabbage and carrots
(interestingly, when I wiped the chunks of cabbage and carrot out of the
sink when I was done, they smelled not unlike raw fish!) ,then I took
some more pepto and was able to keep down a cup of weak coffee with lots
of creamer and some ovaltine in it. Went for a walk to get some fresh
air, then took another nap and when I woke up I felt fine, or at least a
lot better. My appetite was coming back so I ate a bowl of cream of
mushroom soup and a cheese sandwich and some potato chips; then, you
guessed it, took another nap in front of the TV, this time falling asleep
to an I Love Lucy DVD. My liquidy poos lated about 24 more hours but it
wasn’t explosive.
Well, nice talking to ‘ya, guys! Take care and hope you have a merry
holiday season if I don’t write again before then!
Karen C. from California
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Cley
Back again
Gotta say, it always amazes me how people can go in a bathroom when
there’s no doors. I’m not too shy about going while people are in the
bathroom with me, and I’ve gone outside, but when I do that I make sure
I’m well covered. I know everyone does it, but that doesn’t really
particularly matter to me. It just seems like that level of shamelessness
is something I can’t reach, unless it’s with someone I’m okay with and
only them (so no go on public doorless stalls). But yeah, with doors I’ll
pull my pants down as far as they need to go, and I don’t really care if
someone knows I’m pooping by seeing it. With guys, it’s usually a pretty
good clue if they’re in a stall anyway.
I’ve been eating a bit more flax seeds now as part of my diet, and
they’ve been coming out pretty much intact, lol. I guess that’s the idea?
Emma (my g/f) isn’t a huge fan, but then again she doesn’t really need
the help. The other day she had a HUGE dump while I was over, and she’s
usually pretty impressive in that regard. Her stomach had been bothering
her that day, so she felt pretty relieved getting it all out. It came out
really quickly, so quickly it just sounded like a really loud fart, but
then she leaned over and I could see it wasn’t just a fart by a long
shot. It was a thick, fat pile that smelled pretty strong (though I don’t
mind that too much).
Loving reading all the stories, especially Mina’s. I like the Japanese
lessons you give us here and there.
Not much else to report, just wanted to check back in.
Cley
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just another girl
I don’t get constipated easily – as a rule I’m fairly regular (I go at
least once a day, sometimes twice) and have a healthy constitution. Once,
when I was 16, however, I got very backed-up as a result of having my
wisdom teeth removed and taking two different kinds of strong painkillers.
After five days of not going, I decided that I would sit on the toilet
until something happened, regardless of how long it took. I waited for
about 5 minutes and nothing came out. I could feel it in my back passage
but it was obviously too thick or hard to move. I rubbed my stomach in an
attempt to shift it, but to no avail. Eventually, after another 5 minutes
and a few good pushes, out came a little “plop”. I carried on pushing and
another followed…and then another. Over the next half an hour or so, I
let out a lot of these small and dry pieces, and it made me feel a bit
better, but I decided to call it quits and try again later because I’d
already been in the bathroom a rather long time.
I went to the kitchen and made a cup of coffee; coffee always makes me
need to pass a motion and I hoped that this time would be no different. I
drank it slowly and waited for it to kick in. Sure enough, twenty minutes
later I felt a sensation of movement in the lower part of my stomach and
knew immediately what it meant. Off to the bathroom I went, and I was
much happier because I was anticipating something better than before. The
moment I sat down, everything began to come out on its own, slowly but
surely. It felt very firm and stiff, which hurt a little but felt good at
the same time. As I pushed it kept on coming, until it finally grew long
enough to fall with a loud “PLUNK” and a splash. I sat still for a while
to get my breath back, before cleaning up and flushing. Before I flushed,
I had a look to see what I’d done, and as I thought, it was a nice big
one that was long, fat and knobbly and rather darkish brown in colour. It
didn’t smell all that bad; it was a bit niffy but nothing out of the
ordinary, surprisingly. I flushed and went to wash my hands feeling
relieved and so much lighter, and after that day my toilet habits
returned to normal (thankfully).
I’ve never been constipated after that day, and hope that I will never
be. It’s very uncomfortable and, if left to go on for too long, could
affect you in other ways. I’ve heard of people getting headaches from it
and also sometimes throwing up, neither of which are fun to experience. I
have, however, held in a poo if I was away from home and didn’t want to
do it wherever I was (either because of shyness or because the bathroom
was dirty etc) but that doesn’t count as constipation because I did it
voluntarily.
The other day I found an old fashioned chamber pot in the downstairs
bathroom cupboard. It’s white enamel with a black stripe painted round
the rim, and still looks in good condition despite its age. One day, I’d
like to try using it, but I’m hesitant because it will probably be messy
to clean up, and also much smellier than using the toilet normally (doing
a wee or a number two in the toilet does stink, as we all know very well,
but because the toilet has water in it, the smells are somewhat diluted,
whereas doing them in a chamber pot will smell much worse because there
is no water). I’ll have to think about that carefully before I actually
do it; on one hand I’m curious to try it, but on the other hand I’m a bit
grossed out by what might happen.
I read a book in which the author, who is about nine or ten at the time,
moved into a small house with his father after his parents separated. The
story took place in the mid-to-late 1950’s, so there was a chamber pot in
the house, and the author’s father used to keep it under his bed in the
room that they shared together (there was only one bedroom). He describes
how it always made the whole room smell nasty, especially after his
father had used it, and how he never quite got used to it and thought it
was disgusting. I don’t blame him, honestly; in a way it is. Nonetheless,
I’d still consider having a go at it just to see how it feels!
Once, when I was about four or five, I was at the park with my parents on
a Saturday afternoon. I noticed that something smelled horrible close to
where I was playing on the merry go round. I moved away but didn’t think
much of it until we were leaving and walked past the merry go round
again. I then saw some crumpled up tissue or toilet paper on the grass a
few feet away, and underneath that was a really big poo – which was
obviously what I’d caught a whiff of earlier. I was shocked, and walked
away quickly. I didn’t tell my parents what I’d seen, but I felt a little
sick. Even though I was young, I couldn’t believe that somebody could
have done it, right there, just like that, in the middle of the park,
where anybody would be able to see it.
I never forgot that incident, and even now I can remember it very
clearly. I now do understand that perhaps whoever did it didn’t do it to
be disgusting; maybe they just needed to go desperately and had no choice
but to let it out there. Then there is a possibility that they may have
done it deliberately (the toilet paper/tissue does point to this, but
then again they could have found that nearby and used it to clean up
after they’d finished). In any case, it wasn’t good that they did that,
because of the risk of spreading germs, and also because it’s very stinky
– even a firm and solid poo like that one smells really awful! I wonder
whether anybody else went near that part of the park that day, and if
they noticed it as well!
I’m so sorry that I was rambling a bit today! This post certainly did go
on too long…but I’ve got many more stories to share, so I’ll be back
soon. Have a beautiful evening everyone!
J.A.G ~
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Brandon T
comments & stuff
To: Lilly first welcome to the site and great story please share anymore
you may have thanks.
To: Pregnant Pooper great story as always it sounds like you had a great
poop I bet you felt good afterwards and I look forward to your next post
thanks.
To: Liz S great story you pooping at your friends house it sounds like
you had a good poop and I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Emma it sounds like you had a rough day burning diarrhea is not fun
at all hope it didnt last to long and I look forward to your next post
thanks.
To: Mina as always another great story about you and your friends.
To: Jemma great story about your desperate poops.
Well thats all for now.
Sincerely Brandon T
PS. I love this site
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I have an embarrassing confession to make. Do you know how you can have
sudden hankerings, like a need of sugar in your body. So it once happened
to me, I wanted something with sugar, either a soda, a juice or pretty
much anything. So, I fell upon one of my dad’s teas, it’s name was
Catherine and t had as a logo, a skinny woman on it. I was not such a big
fan of tea but i needed a sweet lemony thing in my system before my body
reported system shut down. So I took a teabag, I microwaved a cup of
water and inserted the teabag into it, accompanied by 6 teaspoons of
sugar. So I took a sip, and to my surprise it was actually really good, I
drank and drank the tea as if there was no tomorrow, I think that i drank
at least a liter of that tea and little did I know that it was digestive
tea and the normal dose was at least a cup of tea. So, I went to bed
feeling all good and i later slept at around 9pm and my stomach woke me
up at around 11pm. So i rushed to the toilet but I did not have any time
to clean the toilet seat so my two week pee stains were now on my ass. I
remember that the poop was diarrhea and it made a huge explosion in the
toilet bowl, it came out with very loud farts as if an old motorbike was
going on for the first time in forever. And the end of of my wondrous
toilet noise making I wiped myself, went for a quick shower, cleaned the
toilet seat and went to bed. Some minutes after i felt a unusual heating
of my stomach and rushed back, this time my body was exaggerating and I
only farted.
Later that same day I was just playing Counter strike global Offensive
when i felt the urge to unleash, so i did and there was a disgusting red
brownish liquid squirming all over the toilet bowl and it hurt my asshole
so bad that i went to get ice cubes to cam it down. So, after I started
comforting my arse with the ice cubes another layer of poop just pushed
the ice cube. Like a good boy I comforted it for the last time and I left
it alone and it stopped. I learnt a lesson that day, it was never mess
around with digestive poop.
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Vincene
Jp’s survey
1) How many times a day do you pee?
Probably 5 to 6 times minimum. But at work it depends on the number of
client meetings I have because I can drink a lot of coffee. When I’m out
with my boyfriend of BFF at the clubs, the liquor can go right through me
if I don’t eat something with it.
2)How often do you poop?
Pretty much daily. Sometimes at home, sometimes on my drive to work, and
sometimes at my office.
3) Have you ever pooped outside?
A few times. Several years ago when I was in junior high I pooped outside
at camp sites with my mother who did it along side of me. Neither of us
wanted to sit directly down on the seats in the clubhouse because there
was no toilet paper to place over the toilet.
4) Do you feel awkward pooping in public bathrooms?
Not so much anymore, but until about halfway through high school I would
never want to sit directly on the seat. Some experiences later caused me
to re-think my position as a seat-covering fanatic.
5) Have you ever had an accident in your pants?
Very, very close on night when I was in high school. There was a major
house fire in our neighborhood, and I was nervous and about to burst. I
was barefoot and didn’t have time to run back home. I ended up sitting on
a stock of home foundation blocks that were serving as a driveway wall. I
wasn’t use to sitting so still, but the makeshift toilet worked. If I
would have moved the sharpness of the concrete would have carved up my
butt pretty bad.
6) What foods give you diarrhea?
I don’t know of any for sure. A couple of times I just suspected it was
from excessive coffee without any food in my stomach.
7) How often do I get constipated?
Sometimes its when I’ve over-eaten for a couple of days during traveling
because I’m on a different schedule.
8) Have I ever watched or been watched going to the bathroom?
Yes, sometimes I must use stalls without doors. It seems to be getting
worse on that end in the public bathrooms because of vandalism and
criminal activity. It doesn’t help that my BF is a softball nut and that
we travel to fields and parks all over the area.
9) Where is the weirdest place I’ve pooped?
In an empty coffee can that was blowing around in a park that had its
restrooms padlocked at sundown.
10) Where was the weirdest place I’ve peed?
In a planter in a way back corner of our firm’s office building. It was a
Sunday morning, my BF and I had had a lot drink the night before, the
public bathrooms on the 1st floor were locked, and the elevator was too
slow compared to the needs of my bladder. Yes–the plant lived!
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Anna
Last night I went to a food and wine festival with some friends. I ate
tons and had a little bit too much to drink. When I woke up, I really
needed to pee and my bum felt pretty full. I went to the bathroom and had
a really relieving pee, but couldn’t go number two. Then I sat down for
breakfast and in the meantime my roommate Kim was using the bathroom to
get ready for work. While I was sipping my coffee I suddenly got a really
strong urge to poo. Kim took about 20 minutes in the bathroom and by the
end I was waiting pretty anxiously. When she got out, I went in
immediately. It was really hot and steamy in there from her shower and
totally smelled like hairspray and whatnot. I pulled down my pajama
bottoms and plopped my bum on the seat. Right away I blasted some loose
poop into the bowl with a very loud fart. Then I let out a little sigh
and did them same thing again, with another really loud fart.
As I was doing my business, I could hear my roommates chatting in the
living room and of course they could hear my louder farts and would know
that I was on the toilet for a poo. In our small bungalow, with four
girls living here, we are pretty much used to bathroom noises and maybe
they didn’t even pay any attention.
After the most urgent part of my poo was out, I knew that I still had
quite a bit more to take care of and I grabbed one of the magazines we
keep on the toilet tank and started to read. Another two minutes or so
later, a big turd started to crackle out of my bumhole very slowly and I
had to push a bit. It broke off and a second one started to come out.
This one felt smaller, but it still took a couple of minutes to push it
out. I had another small poo and a short fart and then I felt done. I put
the magazine away and started to tear off toilet paper. Since I hadn’t
even peed at all, I just needed to wipe between my cheeks. It was quite
messy and I needed more than ten sheets. Finally, I pulled my bottoms up
again and had a look at the bowl. It was sprayed with poop all the way up
to the seat and then my turds were coiled up in the middle and of course
covered with the tp I used. I was a bit worried that everything would go
down, but it did, which was great. I also used the brush to clean the
bowl. Even though I had done a big poo, there was almost no smell in the
room or if there was it was masked by the smell of the product that Kim
had used. Altogether I probably spent 15 minutes or so on the toilet. I
washed my hands and then joined my roommates in the living room to chat.
Later on I went for a shower and there was a slight poop smell in the
bathroom, so one of them must have gone number two as well.
To Simmee: I liked your story about going to the bathroom at the library.
I grew up way out in the suburbs of my town and our local library was
small and quite nice. But I remember going downtown to the central
library for the first time as a teenager and the bathrooms there were
really creepy. Much like you described them. I ended up holding my pee
for a long time, because I was too scared to go there.
To pregnant pooper: I find your stories really interesting. There is a
woman at my gym who is now very pregnant but still works out. Twice I
have seen her rushing through the locker room towards the bathroom
holding her belly and it looked like she had an upset stomach and needed
to poo badly. Maybe she needs to go more because of her pregnancy, just
like you.
To Anna from Austria: Thanks for answering my question. I am a little
nervous about what will happen when I start to work in an office and have
to do my number twos there. But, oh maybe I’ll get used to it. For now, I
am glad I’m not the only one who feels embarrassed about this. Also, I
liked your recent story from the office and I think that you were nice to
Melanie. Hopefully she didn’t feel too bad about stinking up the
bathroom? Btw, I’ve lived in Canada all my life and I have never seen a
doorless stall. I was really surprised to read about it here. I would
never use one of those, unless it was a total emergency.
Sammy’s questions:
1. When using public bathrooms, how far do you pull your pants and
underwear down when you poop?
I pull them down all the way to my feet for pooping. Most often just to
me knees for a pee.
2. Are you self conscious or embarrassed by having your pants and
underwear around your ankles under the stall?
Not really because of my underwear. When I’m on the toilet for a poo, I
feel that the other women in the bathroom will notice anyway and seeing
my panties under the stall makes no difference.
That’s all for today. Sorry about the long post, I was a bit bored.
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Chantelle K
My First post
Hi I am Jasmin’s younger sister, I have seen what Jasmin writes on this
forum so I though I would post something as ive stayed home today and
have some spare time.
About me – I am 13 years old medium brown hair, bit chubby 5’5” tall
and I am of school today because I have really bad belly ache and need to
do a poo but cant push it out. I get really big poos and because they
hurt I withold when I can, but with Jasmin and Mum on my case its not
that easy. Jas isnt at my school anymore, when she was she used to go on
the toilet at school every morning and when I started at her school she
used to make me go as well and would check that I was trying and would
check what I had done and if I didnt do any she would embarras me by
saying things like try harder, go on do it and call me a baby for
dirtying my pants. It was embarrising enough when she were on the toilet
sitting there straining and pushing loudly and her friend in the next
cubicle doing the same them talking to eachother about it and jas telling
me to try harder. She cant check on me so I only have Mum making me go on
a morning before I leave for school and in the evening if Ive soiled my
pants.I go and try when I get to school but only for like 1/2 and hour
and if I cant go I then hold untill I get home, That said I know when Ive
witheld for too long and gotton constipated which is where I am now, Its
so bad I cant even sit down, The pressure inside form my poo and my bum
being sore from pushing hard.
Jas said you all like to know what someones poo is like – When I last did
one 5 days ago. Mum made me go in the evening and I was there for like an
hour and a half and did lots of pellets and pebbles but that wasnt enough
so I kept pushing and did a sort of solid log of lumps and pellets. I am
different to Jasmin she used to get really upset if she couldnt poo and
would keep going back and trying untill she went. Me I tried for ages
this morning like 1 1/2 hours and did 1 little piece then pulled my pull
up back up – yes I have a pull up cos I wee the bed, I wee when I fall
asleep especially when I am swollen belly constipated- and went back to
bed and laid on my belly to ease the pain then my mum came in and sent me
back to the toilet where I had to stay for 2 hours I pushed so hard It
felt like my bum would explode but I ended up doing a load of pebbles
which seemed to ease my belly ache. Now I am back on there with my lap
top just trying to get rid of the last bits.
If I stay off tomorrow which If I cant go in the morning and my bum is
still really sore will happen And I will have to stay there untill I do
it and when I do it I will take a pic on my phine and send it to my mum.
Then she will say I can go out.
Chan K
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Doug
Jow do blind men pee?
A few years ago I entered the public library as it just opened. A man
ahead of me saw there was no lights on in the washroom, then left to tell
somebody. Me being undaunted, and with low vision, entered. Knowing that
a woman was most likely to try to turn on the lights, I used the
non-handicapped stall to pee. Whole in full stream a lady was tried to
turn the lights in the restroom. She saw me exit the stall and wash up
and pass here. She was unable to turn lights when I left.
When I approached the toilet in the pitch dark, I felt for the rim of the
toilet. After finding it, I unzipped and aimed my penis and peed without
need to hold my penis.
I then went to use a computer in the computer room and she was
supervising the lab.
Two months later when I went to use the computer room, she waved at me
and said “Hi” and I got here name.
I would not date her because I was twice her age.
She thought what I did was impressive and a bit sexy. I was also in a
female dominated place. Although I was in the men’s room.
Recently when a lady had a bowel movement in a male dominated bike shop,
I found that a bit sexy. When she returned to the customer area, I found
her and asked her “Do you feel better?”. She replied “Yeah, Thanks for
asking!”
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Slice
Just a thought
One of the things I see here, and elsewhere, especially amongst the
tweens and teens, and that is the insecurity about whether or not your
bathroom habits are the same as others. A lot of that has to do with the
fact that talking about those bodily functions are something that at
least in the US are considered a no, no subject. From what I’ve
seen/heard of, the European culture seems to be a fair bit more open
about it. It’s no wonder, especially for kids, that they are worried
about whether they are “normal”. But then again, that’s part of the whole
adolescence journey.
To Lilly: First off, a belated happy birthday! Next, how tall are you?
Are you just a late bloomer, or just going to be short? I remember in
high school a young girl (freshman) who was also very small and looked
more like maybe 10 years old. I saw her a number of years later
(somewhere after HS, and she had grown a great deal and I think was even
taller than me. If you are a late bloomer, hang in there, it will happen.
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Wednesday, October 21, 2015
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Giving tp to my teacher
During class I felt my stomach churn and I really needed a poo. I walked
up and asked my teacher “miss, I need a poo, can I go?” she looked at me
holding my stomach, and asked “diarrhea?”. I nodded and bit my lip. She
told me that I could go, and I hurried off to the toilets. I felt like I
was going to poo myself, so I went to the staff toilets, and some stalls
had no doors. I didn’t care anymore and went into the closest one without
a door. I raised my skirt, lowered my panties to my ankles and sat down
as explosive poo sprayed all around the bowl. I moaned and groaned in
relief as i pooed continuously for like 10 mins straight. During my poo,
i heard the bathroom door open and saw my teacher walk in. She looked
like she was hurrying and didn’t notice me. She took the other doorless
stall next to mine. I heard her pull her jeans and panties down and saw
them at her ankles. She moaned as she let a fart escape along with liquid
poo. Her bum kept spluttering and spraying diarrhea, like mine.
Eventually, I wiped my dirty butt and v and stood up, pulled my panties
up and tried to flush but it was so full of poo I couldn’t. As I began to
wash my hands, my teacher asked me for more toilet paper. I went into my
stall, grabbed a roll and handed it to her. She had her head down and
legs slightly apart, revealing her parts. She looked at me and said my
name, confused. “What are you doing here? ”
“Miss, I was about to poo myself”
She let out another squirt of poo, “must be something going around”.
I went back to wash my hands as my teacher began to wipe her dirty bum.
She finished and left without flushing and came up to wash her hands. We
smiled at each other and returned to class.
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Emma
Outdoor poo
I was walking home from the shop this morning when I really had to poo. I
could’ve waited until I got home but I fancied doing it outside. The
woods were too far away so I decided to look for somewhere private to do
it. There was an alley and it was so overgrown it looked like no one had
been here for years. I scrambled through the bushes and as soon as I
couldn’t be seen from the road I pulled my jeans and knickers down and
squatted. I peed as I pushed out a long turd and it felt so good but
dirty. When I finished I used some leaves to wipe my bum and pulled up my
jeans and knickers. I left quickly in case anyone saw me and as soon as I
got home I went to the toilet to wipe myself properly.
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pregnant pooper
scan day hospital poop.
So today wa the day i had my 12 week scan. I arrived on my own as Jamie
had to go yo work first but he would be there. I booked in and sat down
beside a woman heading for her 20 week scan. A wee bump she had. After a
bit i knew i had a wait for my appointment as they were running late so i
ddecided i try to poop. Felt one coming before leaving the house but left
it until here. I went to the toilets and 2 stalls were in use with 2
empty. I took one, got into postion and began to push. It took some
pushimg to get it out. 1 if the women was also popping as i heard a few
plops but the other was done peeing almost as soon as i had sat down. I
felt the need to rub my lower back to help it along but it was a stubborn
thong. I spread my legs apart a bit, rubbed my lower back and bore down
and strained. It approached the rim and stretched my butt as it came out.
After a minute or so of fallimg slowly out, it dropped off. Unfortunately
no more came with it and felt done. I wiped, flushed and washed my hands.
I left the toilets and made for a seat. Almost straight away Jamie
arrived and within a few minutes, my name was called. We saw oir baby on
the screen and i got a bit emotional. It was amazing. Got a 3Dscan and
have already watched it twice since we came home.
Hope for a better poop story again.
Pregnant pooper.
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