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Cara

Old memory

I Was thinking back to the first time I was ever constipated that I
remember. I was maybe 6 or 7 years old. I don’t remember how long it was
since I’d been to the bathroom, but I remember finishing spaghetti dinner
with my family one night and feeling one of the worst stomach aches I can
remember having. I knew instantly that I needed to use the bathroom, so I
excused myself from the table and made my way to the bathroom that is
right in our kitchen. I could hear my parents cleaning up dinner as I sat
on the toilet and began to push. My stomach churned, cramped and rumbled,
but no matter how hard I pushed, nothing happened. I tried sitting
forward, I tried leaning back, I tried rocking back and forth. I squeezed
while holding the toilet seat and while bracing myself on the wall, but
nothing could get more than some gas out and my stomach was only starting
to hurt more and more. After about five minutes of no result, I was able
to pass some gas. I felt a little bit better, so I thought that might be
it, so I stood up, but my stomach cramped worse than I had ever felt in
my life, forcing me back onto the toilet. I groaned out in pain, doubling
over, holding my stomach. I was frustrated and fighting back tears as my
mom knocked on the door from the kitchen asking if I was okay. I moaned
out that I had a stomach ache and that I couldn’t get it out. My mom
asked if she could come in and I said yes. When my mom saw me doubled
over on the toilet sweating and shaking she sighed and said “Aw, Cara”. I
cried “my stomach hurts really bad, I think I ate too much”, she looked
like she was trying not to laugh. She called to my dad to get a footstool
from the upstairs bathroom and knelt by me. She said “this happens to
everyone sometimes, it’s no fun, but you’ll be okay”. She instructed me
to relax and showed me how to rub my ????. My dad arrived with a
footstool and had me put my feet on it, which actually made my stomach
feel better. My mom said “now you just need to relax until you feel like
you’re ready to push. Don’t rush it, just take your time”. I nodded and
continued to massage my ???? like she showed me. My stomach rumbled and I
winced. My mom started to rub my back and I started to squeeze. For the
next several minutes she and my dad sat there while I squeezed out a
massive log. They both tried to help as much as they could. Finally,
after what feel like ages, I heard the poop thud into the toilet. “Good!”
My parents yelled, “I’m not done yet”, I replied. I waited again like my
mom told me, rubbing my belly until I felt ready to push again. A few
minutes later and I squeezed out some sticky, stringy pieces of poo. Each
plopped into the water one after the other. After about six plops, I
started to pee. I finally said “I think that’s it, I feel better now”. My
parents were enthusiastic. They left me to wipe on my own. When I was
done, I took a look at what I had made. The big log blocked up the whole
toilet, I couldn’t see where it started as it went straight down the hole
and stuck right up out of the water at the front of the bowl. Around it,
blobs of light colored poop floated in the water. I tried to flush but
nothing happened. A second time, still nothing. I called my parents
again. They marveled at the massive log. My dad said he would take care
of it, so I left and went up to my room. To this day, I have no idea how
he disposed of it.

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Tlana

Long drive back home

Because my college shut down for spring break, me and three others from
my state made the long drive home. We shared the driving responsibilities
on the interstate and outside of hourly bathroom breaks, we did our nine
hour drive largely overnight. And because we were so busy with our
schoolwork, we didn’t know about the pandemic happening until we used
social media during the drive.

So we stopped at our first rest area just about sundown. Tyrus, who is an
athlete and who drove the first leg, made the call for the stop. Barbie,
whom he has dated on and off, called out his evening “dump.” She admitted
she had to pee but was holding it because she didn’t want to be singled
out. Tyrus parked behind several long trucks and didn’t lose any time
leading the way to the bathroom building. Barbie, Morgan and I were
together walking up the sidewalk, when Tyrus came running down to us and
said there’s no F*****’ toilet paper in the whole room.
“You’re going to have to hold it, hon” Barbie said, as we started walking
away from him to the ladies side entrance.

Barbie whispered to me that she was going to bring him some toilet paper,
but that she wanted to see him sweat first. Me and Morgan took adjacent
toilets and I was seated and peeing a river before she dropped her jeans
to the floor and took her seat. She asked me and Barbie to lend her
toilet paper she could use to wipe the seat off with. We both said we
didn’t have any. She said she sooooo hated sitting directly on a public
seat. Me and Barbie told her our trio was lucky because none of us was
going to crap.

We flushed, washed our hands and used the electric drier to dry them.
Barbie got a text from Tyrus who she said was stuck on the toilet with
nothing to wipe with. She texted him back and said he was getting more
profane with each message. I knew that there was a Summer Jobs handbill
that I had taken off my windshield before we left campus. I ran down to
the car, got it off the dash and gave it to Barbie. It was printed on the
usual cheap blue paper.

Since Tyrus was the only one in the large bathroom, Barbie decided to
play with him. Her first request was that he stand and show her what was
in the bowl. She did and was partially impressed with the width and
softness of his production.Then she asked him why he couldn’t use his
really old black boxers to do the wiping and then just throw them away.
He got even more agitated, complained about sitting on the cold seat
longer than necessary when Barbie teased him about the small size of his
organ and how he was going to tear the handbill up into pieces to do the
job. He lurched from his seat, grabbed it from her hand, and ripped it
into four or five pieces. Then he seated himself again for the wipe.

As Barbie came out laughing, she found us in the doorway observing the
whole thing. Morgan said she felt sorry for how Barbie embarrassed him.
As for me, I just wanted to get back on the road again as soon as
possible. We made two other stops on our way back home. Either all used
up or stolen–there was no toilet paper available. I guess that can
happen in a pandemic.

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Nickel

Solution for shorage of toilet paper

As many of you know toilet paper is hard to get. The price went up also.
A bundle or a box I was pricing it from $100 to $150 for that unit. That
is high to wipe a butt and throw it away. So I decided to by at the store
these cleaning rags soft towel type. they are about the size of a face
cloth. and also a bucket in each bathroom. We start to use these to clean
the butt and throw them in a bucket. On wash day they go into the laundry
and back to the bathroom as clean to be used again. the bucket goes in
the dish washer. anytime you use these it go to the bucket. The advantage
is that now you have option of washing your butt or just wipe and go. So
that any wash cloth that are hanging are clean and after used they go
into the bucket. This will keep the bathroom sanitary clean. No more
buying paper. In my case, I have two bathrooms so I buy dozen packages of
these rags and put six packages in the bath room each. I think that would
be enough stock on hand.

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Chris and Zip, I too have used a squat. I remember being in a fancy cafe
in Paris. On entering the men’s room, I saw urinals as usual, plus two
cubicles with a sort of raised, rather fancy squat toilet in each one.
You climb up, plant your legs on two porcelain plates, squat and do your
business. Sadly I didn’t need to poop at that time, but later on my trip
I was in a small town in the rural Loire valley, and needed a dump one
morning just before our group tour bus departed. Luckily there was a
public toilet close by, I went in and saw two cublcles with squats:
square metal depressions in the floor with a metal plates where you place
your feet. I went in, pulled my trousers down to my knees (that’s the
best way), aimed my willy straight down and pushed out an absolutely
massive dump, three big firm logs. (I’d been constipated the whole trip
til that morning). The relief, and the smell, were intense. With a squat,
your shit just lies there in the air and not under the water, so the
smell goes everywhere in the room. But I didn’t care.

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Mary

Going at concerts

Clara: Thanks for the tip about peeing at concerts. I’ll go pee before
the concert of course, but I’m afraid I still need to pee. After all I’ll
be there at least three hours before the concert starts and then the
concert will last for two to three hours. And I’m afraid I can’t hold it
that long. Wearing a skirt and peeing under that is something I have to
consider.

If anyone else has ideas about how to go at concerts I’d like to hear!

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So I’m stuck at home at the moment due to everyone working from home. So
no real poo stories, so thought I’d tell you a funny story from last
year. I was on the bus to work and my housemate rang me. He wanted to
ring me to tell me about a date he went on the previous evening. About 30
seconds into the call I heard a loud continuous noise in the background.

“Where are you?” I said.
“McDonalds” he said. “Is that a hand dryer?” “Er, yeah I’m on the toilet
having a poo”

We carried on the conversation, for a bit. He then stopped me “Shhhhh!
Listen!” he farted really loudly. I laughed and we carried on talking.
“Aaron, this shit is ruining my asshole!” Plop plop. I heard another
fart. “That wasn’t me, that was the guy next to me!” He whispered. We
carried on chatting. “Damn there isn’t much paper!” Anyway he flushed. “I
still feel dirty!” he said. He said he was going to wash his hands and
hung up.

When we came home that evening, he rushed straight for the toilet.
“Finally I can clean my ass” he shouted at me. From the bathroom he
shouted “Damn I got shit on my best boxers!” I couldn’t stop laughing!

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Aaron
So I’m stuck at home at the moment due to everyone working from home. So
no real poo stories, so thought I’d tell you a funny story from last
year. I was on the bus to work and my housemate rang me. He wanted to
ring me to tell me about a date he went on the previous evening. About 30
seconds into the call I heard a loud continuous noise in the background.

“Where are you?” I said.
“McDonalds” he said. “Is that a hand dryer?” “Er, yeah I’m on the toilet
having a poo”

When we came home that evening, he rushed straight for the toilet.
“Finally I can clean my ass” he shouted at me. From the bathroom, he
lobbed his boxers at me which

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Saturday, March 21, 2020

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Constiguy

I Can Survive Without Toilet Paper. !!!!

I can survive without toilet paper. …., but not without my continence
undies . I can use news paper instead and throw it in the rubbish bin etc
so long as it is not down the toilet as it will block the sewer. .
Without my continence undies I would be a sorry soggy mess and would
spend my evenings washing the crotch of normal underwear for skid marks
etc . I never thought I would say it and now I am not ashamed to say it.
I would not have it any other way !!!! I note Cara’s post on old
memories, I need assistance now when having a BM. ( sometimes) and I need
assistance wiping my bottom.

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Christopher

French Squats/Wall Hungs.

Zip,Glad you liked my post.I enjoyed reading yours.I would have been
happy to have been filmed using one.I have been to France more than
once,but that was my only encounter.Of course using one now could be
difficult for me as I suffer from Sciatica and squatting is rather
painful,once you are
low down it’s the getting back up again!I find a pan I do like is a wall
hung one,now popular here in UK , especially in Public Toilets.I always
find them clean ,well lit and ready to serve the needs of my naked butt.
And even with this Coronavirus Emergency, well stocked with toilet paper.

Chris

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Constiguy

My Contribution to Toilet Paper Shortage

The toilet paper battles are still on and there is no relief in sight .
Due to my neurological problems sometimes or often I have trouble wiping
my bottom. I have a couple of attempts and rely on my disposable
continence undies to finish the job . The positive side is that I do not
use much toilet paper .

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Kermit

panic buying of TP and some stories

To Eileen,

it is really strange that many people are on a run on toilet paper. While
one can understand that you would need a fair amount of food at home for
corona the run for TP seems unusual. corona won’t result in diaria. My
wife saw a woman carying a whole package of TP and asked where she got
it. She said that she was working for a discounter and had reserved the
package for her own. Just before chrismas or the other holidays the
shopping gets very busy but this time it has knocked over the shops.

Yesterday my parents came for visiting and one of our cakes didn’t work
well with my moms intestines. After they left for the train to go home
they came back in a hurry and with a big accident in her pants. Boy did
it stink! They had planed for the last train so they had to hurry to
clean the mess. We gave them a plastic bag to carry the shitted pants.
Fortunately it was no infection but only the disagreement of food. Whe
tossed the used towel for cleaning anyway.

Kermit

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Nobody

Near-Accidents

It’s been a moment since I’ve posted here, so I figured I’d tell a couple
stories that happened just over a month ago. I wanted to post sooner, but
I ended up sick (part of the story) and then ultimately forgot about it.

A bit over a month ago, I was in my bedroom doing I forget what. Probably
had just woken up. There was something I wanted to do, but I had to get
to a toilet very soon. I grabbed the small number of items I needed to do
the thing and headed to the bathroom. It didn’t take me but a couple of
seconds to find and grab the stuff. I got to the bathroom and sat the
supplies down on the sink. I felt my back side starting to relax to
release the load as I did, and I just about let it happen. I focused my
energy on making it not happen. If it hadn’t been diarrhea, I would have
let it. Once I regained full control, I dropped my stuff and locked the
door. As I started hobbling my way to the toilet, just two feet over, if
even, I felt my load starting to make its way between my cheeks. Again, I
refocused and regained control. It was all I could do to stop myself from
filling my pants. Once I was clear again, I made the last half step to
the toilet and dropped trough at the same time. I plopped my butt down
and released a lot of smelly brown liquid. The bathroom smelled so bad
that I chose to not do the thing while I was in there. I had a similar
experience either the previous day or the next.

Just a week or so later, I was in bed asleep. I woke up at some point
early morning (didn’t check the time) and I needed to pee. It wasn’t a
very strong urge, but I knew it wouldn’t be fun to try and hold it until
when I normally would wake up. So I hopped out of bed and opened my door
and looked towards the bathroom. The door was closed and the light was on
and I saw shadows moving underneath the door. I knew it was occupied. If
I had been the urge got a little stronger and I considered putting on a
sacrificial pair of pants to pee in, should the urge get too strong to
handle. Instead, I layed back down to wait. The urge eased a little and
next thing I know, I’m waking up again. I didn’t realize it yet, or I
would have checked the bathroom again to see if it was clear. Instead, I
layed there a moment and then I’m waking up yet again. I realize it this
time (and I realized I had fallen asleep previously too). I hopped up and
checked and the bathroom was clear. I rush in and start peeing. I
couldn’t get too strong of a stream going, but I peed for like a minute
and a half. I still wasn’t done, but I needed to rest my muscles a
moment. I started peeing again and it took another half minute or so and
I had to rest again. The next round took more like 10 seconds and I just
gave up after that. I still wasn’t finished, but I was mentally ready to
leave. I went back to bed and slept a while longer.

When I woke up, my legs and hips and back and head hurt. I’m pretty sure
I ended up with the flu for the following week and a half, but that story
is off topic from here.

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MyFakeName

Coronavirus shopping accident

Not sharing my real name, obviously, lol. I’m a 35 yr old mother of one
in the USA where things have gone a little crazy with coronavirus
prepping and quarantines and stuff. Saturday we had an early appointment
so we went out for a quick breakfast and then to the appointment and then
needed to go shopping. I normally have my daily BM in the mid-morning
after coffee and breakfast but don’t like pooping in public bathrooms.
That was problem number one. Then everyone else was trying to shop at the
same time so everywhere was packed like black friday or worse, so it was
taking forever. Problem two. Then the first place we went was out of
things we needed so we had to go to another place and then another. So
its almost lunch time and i’ve been holding it for hours and was really
desperate to pee and poop. I wanted to wait until we got home, but by the
time we were about ready to go check out from store #3 (Target) i was
feeling close to losing it. I had to stop walking and cross my legs to
keep the poop from coming out and pretended to read ingredients on a box
to hide it until it passed. When we got up to the check out the lines
were all huge and slow and i waited for a few minutes but then it was so
bad i lost a spurt of pee and knew i had to go now. I told my hubby to
stay and hurried towards the bathrooms, clenching for all i was worth. I
lost a little more pee as i got close and felt a trickle down my left
thigh in my jeggings (leggings like denim jeans). I was starting to
turtle head when i made it to the ladies room. there was another woman
waiting for a stall and i got in line behind her and crossed my legs and
tried to act normal. someone flushed and came out and the other lady went
in. finished lady started washing her hands behind me. i lost a big spurt
of pee and felt it spread and looked down and could see the dark patch on
my crotch and upper thighs. another lady flushed and finally opened the
stall and i started to push past her while she was coming out and
apologized and tried to get the door shut and locked when i felt my body
give up suddenly and i couldn’t stop from pushing. the poop was mostly
solid at least but came out very fast and filled my panties in no time,
followed by the full flood of my pee all down my legs to the floor. I
just stood there in shock. It felt like forever but really was less than
a minute. I carefully pulled down my jeggings and then my panties – full
briefs thank god – and dumped the orange sized poop into the toilet. It
took a while to finish wiping off. But then i can’t put the panties or
jeggings back on and just walk out of the store. i texted my husband to
get me new panties and pants or leggings. he asked why. i said why do you
think? i didn’t make it in time. so i sat there for like 20 minutes until
a strange female voice asked if MyFakeName was in here? i said yes and
she held a bag under the stall door and said my husband asked her to
bring these to me. Great. I said thanks and put on the new stuff and
shoved the soiled clothes into the bag and walked out. at least our child
was not with us, that woudl have been more embarrassing, i think. bad
enough as it was. thanks.

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Cara

Old memory

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Long time Reader

To Claire

If you have any new expirences to share, feel free to share them

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Curious Cody

Kids unattended in rest rooms

Me and Jeci went to a basketball game at our city’s arena. We stopped for
a nice dinner first and then walked to the busy arena. At half time she
excused herself to use the toilet and I joked about how she has never
been able to hold a couple of drinks too long. Well two restrooms were
packed and she went to a third on another level which had toilets
available. She was on the toilet, underwear down and peeing away when
suddenly a boy about 4 or 5 was standing on the seat of the toilet next
to hers with his chin at the top of the cubicle. He was directly looking
down on her as she peed away. When she first saw the toilet panel moving
and shaking she thought that was from the alcohol, then she heard a
sniffle or two and looked up as he was peering down on her.

She yelled out something, swung toward him, apparently jumped up and
spilled onto the seat and her underwear. The commotion she caused brought
his mother over to her, who somewhat apologized, but said she’s trying to
get him to behave himself while she, as a single mom, has to use the
bathroom. She said she takes him into a toilet stall, locks him in, then
when she’s done, she comes and gets him. She said she was 4 days
constipated and needed a break. Jeci threatened to go to security and
that caused the lady to become much more understanding.

When Jeci got back to our seats she was still upset that a boy who the
mom said was two months shy of 6 was in the ladies room and without
supervision. I agree with Jeci, but told her different parents see things
differently. Example, some 15 years ago I was ready to turn 8 and my mom,
when she and I were out together, would still take me into the ladies
room. I would continually protest, especially when I had one of my
friends with me, but it didn’t do any good. She believed that because of
security and hygiene, she was doing the right thing. Luckily my dad
finally stepped in and convinced her she was wrong. Jeci still thinks it
was weird that mom was continuing allowed to get away with that.

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Paul S.

A couple of Past Poop Accidents.

Pooped my Pants in Forbes Forest

I had this Job Fresh out of College. I was about 31 or so at the time. I
was doing Construction Inspection in. They were building a Small Bridge
in the Forbes Forest right behind Seven Springs (Two Construction
Laborers with a Superintendent that would come by every once in a while).
I would drive to and from my house every day (about 1 ½ hours both to and
from). It was early in the Morning (After I had just eaten 2 Hardees
Breakfast Sandwiches and Coffee). I was at the site and I realized that I
had to go to the Bathroom. One of the Workers was using the Porto-John. I
had to Go! I got in my Car and started driving up the Dirt Road and
towards to a nearby Resort. where I knew they had a toilet. On my way up
the hill I got a Sudden Big Time Urge. There was no controlling it – I
just Totally Pooped in my Pants! Being an hour and a half from my House
and Since there was Concrete coming later that day – Going home was no
option. I said to myself I better go somewhere and buy new pants! My gas
tank was close to E. At the top of the Hill – The Superintendent was
driving my way and going to the site. I tried to just wave at him, but
(LOL) of course he motioned for me to stop – He had something he wanted
to speak to me about. I don’t even know were I said that I was going, but
I had my Windows rolled down. I Stunk To High Heaven!! I knew that he
knew, but I didn’t say anything. (Was embarrassed of Course)!
I went in a Small Country store by the busy Gas Station and asked to use
their bathroom. I still really didn’t totally know what to do at this
point. I went up to that same Cashier and Sheepishly told her that I had
had an Accident in my Pants. She was about my age and told me that she
had Chron’s and that summer she was at a Festival and Completely Messed
in her Shorts, and she told me that she completely understood my
situation. She told me that I would probably be needing a Shower and gave
me a great Idea after I told her my situation about being at work. She
told me to go to a local camp ground and ask if I could use their shower
(after I bought a new pair of Pants of course). No Phone GPS back then –
I had to drive clear to Somerset to find a Store. I went into a small
Thrift Store and all they had in my size was a pair of White Pants (I had
worn Black ones that day). I then went to the Campground explained
myself, and they were very nice and let me use their Shower. I think I
slipped them $10 or something when I left for letting me use their Shower
– but they wouldn’t let me give them any more money than that.
I had started driving back to the site and planned to act as if nothing
had ever happened. The first thing that they asked me is why are you
wearing white pants because when you left here you were wearing black
ones! I was Cole Busted! At that point I told them the whole thing and
what had happened. They Razzed me Lightheartedly for about an hour and of
course I went along with it and tried to laugh with them. After that they
never mentioned it again and it wasn’t brought up. So that’s my Poop
Story. Unfortunately for me that wasn’t the first time and it definitely
wasn’t the last.
Moral of the Story – Sometimes in Life BM’s come at you like this! And if
you don’t find a Bathroom soon, well then you’ll be going to find a place
to clean up just like me.

Story # 2 (Accident after Swim Meet)
One time when I was a Senior in Highschool I was on the Swim team. It was
a Saturday Event Invitational. The Event went on all Morning and on the
way back we had stopped at McDonalds to grab something to eat. I Ate
three Big Macs. On the way back we were almost at the School and suddenly
I couldn’t even hold in my own Poo! I Pooped in my Speedo’s (Tight Swim
Briefs) and my Sweats sitting right there in my seat. When we got off the
Bus everyone (It was expected) to help with the Swim Lane Ropes. I had to
tell the Coach what happened and asked if I could be excused to go home.
She said Yes. A few people made some Snide Comments, but the Coach told
them to Just Grow Up! When I started to walk home, I did the rest in my
Pants. A few Blocks later 2 Girls from my Swim Team drove by and offered
me a Ride Home. They said that they knew what I did and not to worry.
They put some carboard down in the back seat. They told me not to even
worry about it and not let it bother me, They said that if people said
anything about it to me, just say yeah I did it (it was an accident) and
totally shrug it off like it was no biggie. I went in to my house and
told my Mom that I Pooped in my Pants when I was on the bus – she told me
not to worry and give her the Swim Trunks to put in the Wash, so I did.
The next day at school, I took the girls advice and did just that. A guy
that sat right behind me and was on my Swim Team ask me what happened,
and so I just told him that I had an accident and Pooped in my Pants. No
real teasing from that one unlike the one in Eighth Grade (See Posts a
few pages back). The very next away Swim Meet when we had all gotten on
the bus, The Coach said to me – That our team wanted to know if I had
used the bathroom before we left, so she could tell the bus driver to Go.
I kind of just chuckled and gave her the Thumbs Up. A small price to Pay
– I had already gotten over it and was just Prepping in my mind about my
Next Event (The 100 Meter Butterfly) my favorite Event which I had become
pretty good at. At the End of the Swim Season – I tried to turn my Swim
Trunks in and the Coach told me – no you can just keep them (Pretty Dang
Funny)!

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Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Taylor T great set of stories it sounds you guys had some good poops.

To: Elphaba great story.

To: Mina great story it sounds like Kazuko had a really good poop I bet
she felt could afterwards and I look forward to you next post thanks.

Well that’s all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site

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Tuesday, March 18, 2020

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I recently hung out with a friend who flushes food waste down the toilet,
namely leftover cereal. I’d never heard of anyone using the toilet for
more than pee, poop and occasionally puke before, it struck me as very
odd and interesting. Does anyone else here do this?

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Simmee

Sledding with Maddie

Earlier on Page 2805 I wrote about my first babysitting sledding
experience of the season. Maddie’s 5 and a kindergarten student who I
adore. She’s sweet, inquisitive and fun-loving in the right way. Another
person from her apartment building Nicholas, who is three years older is
a handful, spiteful and I think hates girls. For example, the last snow
day I had the two we went to the park sledding together. While I was in
the women’s room, on the toilet taking my daily crap, he heaved a
snowball into the room. It hit me at the time, right in the crotch, as I
was releasing my crap and caused me to mess in my underwear and over the
front of the toilet.
Nicholas’ dad took his side and said I don’t know how to effectively
manage him. I guess he fired me, but like my parents say that’s probably
good because they say he’s probably going to end up in jail anyway.

Maddie seems to enjoy using new and different toilets like those offered
when we’re out. At McDonalds for lunch the family bathroom had a cute
little half high tots toilet next to the main one. Maddie wouldn’t
consider the tot one, instead using the adult one. She peed sitting
absolutely still and then used the last piece of toilet paper on the
roll. What surprised me when we got out to pick up our food, she nicely
told the cashier that she had used the last of the TP. Strangely, my
civics teacher has stressed that kind of responsibility in our class.
However, I did find she gets spooked by the auto-flushers in some of the
new buildings. At a Disney program at the muni her underside got
drenched. She was having a difficult time moving a big turd and she was
moving her legs too fast to get it out. She was embarrassed and cried.
Now I carry a small post-it note in my purse that I can put over the
sensor light. It has helped me out too.

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Embarrassing moment

I was having to travel for work couple days ago I had to leave early in
the morning. So I got up had breakfast coffee my usual left the house
around 6 am. Well about a hour into my trip my stomach started cramping
bad i knew i was going to have to stop i knew there was a small station
ahead i stopped at before. They have 2 single restrooms in the back right
next to each other. I finally get there i was almost shitting myself i
run in hoping to hell the men’s was free and it was no fan no nothing to
dampen the noise I was desperate I exploded for 2 minutes it was very
loud i was signing with relief i sat there few more minutes when i heard
someone unrolling tp from the ladies room I was so embarrassed they just
heard me blowup the men’s rooms as I was leaving I got a coke and snack
the lady at the register checked me out and said sounds like you feel a
lot better and I was like ohh yea sorry that was almost in my pants she
just laughed and said it’s ok I was pooping too.

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Zip

Those French Squats! – Christopher

Hey Christopher! Nice story about using a French squat toilet for the
first time. Interesting that the young lady came in to hand to paper.
That was quite nice of her.

I visited France several years ago and was telling my traveling partners
that I really needed to find one of those squat toilets because I wanted
to try it out. One day while sightseeing, we came upon one. I went in,
pulled down my trousers and briefs to my ankles and squatted. I realized
they would probably be better just above my knees and so I stood up and
readjusted, then squatted again and took care of business. I finished up
and told my partners about it and they were all “ugh!”

Another day I had the opportunity to use another squat toilet and this
time I took a pic of myself using it. A friend back home had mentioned
these squat toilets so I sent him the pic. He responded back that he was
surprised by the pic, but he liked it! It was a pretty tame pic, and
although none of my junk is visible, you do see my orange jockey
underwear and bare butt and legs from the side. After that visit, I ended
up getting a squatty potty, which is a stool you prop your feet up onto
when having a bowel movement. I’d like to go back and use one again!

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Sunday, March 15, 2020

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Ashleigh

hi i wanted to share that a coin on tails means a mess or a unflushed
tiolet for the person coming in.

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Sherryl

To Sheelee

I would say absolutely introduce her to squatting outdoors. I do it quite
often and actually prefer it. Just ease her in to it and show her by
example what you know. I introduced my nieces to it and they are so glad
that I did. I’ve also gotten similar results with some of my girlfriends
and now we all poop n pee outside together whenever we are doing outdoor
activities. As I’m writing this in fact I’m popping a squat and pooping
in my backyard right now. It’s a nice day outside and I’m working from
home today. Hope this helps and I wish you all the best with this.

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Anon

@Sheelee

Everyone should know how to go outdoors. Life sometimes happens and if
you’re going to engage in backcountry recreation it’s an absolute
essential. I have been as much as 5 hours from the closest toilet.

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Taylor T

Few Stories

Hey guys, today I’m back again to share a few more stories. A few are old
but a couple are new. My first story happened last night at my Uncle’s
house. My uncle turned 50 so most of the family came over to celebrate.
It was a bit of an odd night since it was a Tuesday but the night was
good. My cousins Hayden who is 11 and Katelyn who is 15 and I all hung
out in the basement and their house was really nice and big so the
basement was finished and everything. This was after we had cake and ate
so me and my cousins were all just laying on the couch in the basement
and I ended up having to take a poop as usual. I told them I was gonna go
to the bathroom, I got up off the couch and walked over to the bathroom.
It was a half bath so when you opened the door on the right would be the
toilet and the sink was behind the door. I locked the door, pushed my
leggings and underwear down to about halfway between my knees and ankles
and sat down and farted. I began to me and it was pretty quiet besides my
pee. My pee stopped 10 seconds later and I sat there waiting for the poop
to come out on it’s own and I heard Hayden say “Are you okay” and Katelyn
said “Yeah I just really have to poop” “Me too I have to take a big poop”
“Usually I’d be quiet about it but me too like it feels huge” and they
started laughing. Hayden said “Do you think she’s pooping” “Oh definitely
let’s just wait to hear”. It started to come out and a few pebbles broke
off and plopped in and a big log splashed in and Katelyn said “Did you
hear that” “No what was it” “A big turd dropping in the water”. A few
pieces shot out of my bum and sounded like plunk plunk ploop. I rolled
out some toilet paper and wiped my bum which was pretty messy. I flushed
and opened the door and said “Anyone need to go while I wash my hands and
Hayden said “Me first”, he shut the door and his red and black shorts
fell to his ankles and he sat up on the toilet and I heard plunk plunk
plunk and he sighed. Katelyn went a little later but I’d didn’t hear her.
She said it was massive and stretched her open wide though lol.

My next story happened last summer at my cousins baseball game. Hayden’s
baseball game was in mid July so it was very hot out. I was sweating a
lot not only cause it was hot but I had to pee badly. Of course there
were no toilets anywhere, I looked all around and saw a couple of porta
potty’s in the back by the woods. The field wasn’t being used so it was
empty near here. I thought I had heard some noise but I didn’t make
anything of it. And then I turned the corner and saw a girl sitting
there. Thin girl, white, black hair, probably about 10, had white short
shorts at about her knees. And she apologized and was just saying how it
was stupid that there were no toilets and I looked between her legs and
there was a thick long turd hanging from her and fell in with a splash
and she apologized again. She let me have a go, I dropped my short shorts
to my ankles and sat down, I farted as I sat and began to pee. I wiped
and left.

This next one happened at the doctors a few weeks ago. I want to say this
was March 6th when this happened. So I had my annual checkup and on that
day I had felt a little off. I don’t know why but I just was. As soon as
the nurse was done with checking my heart beat and everything I asked her
if I could to the bathroom. She said of course and showed me where it
was. I went in and pushed my jeans and underwear around my ankles as I
sat down. I began to pee and a big log poked out a little. I finished
peeing and pushed and a log fell out and diarrhea exploded into the
toilet. Explosion after explosion my bum was so sore and on fire. After
the diarrhea a big turd crackled out and stopped and hung from my bum. It
was so big that it hung out from my bum to the water, I pushed and it
splashed and I made a really loud wet fart. I rolled out a ton of toilet
paper and wiped and flushed.

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Christopher

Poo in a French Squat

Many years ago when I was seventeen I went to France with a friend for
four days.We stayed in a hotel in a Paris Suburb and went sightseeing
daily.On the morning we were due to come home we left our hotel early and
went off sightseeing again as we were leaving at lunchtime.I felt the
need to poo real bad and told my friend Dave.He suggested we go into a
working class bar and I could go there.I entered The Mens and almost
froze when I saw this squat Toilet,I had by now unbelted my jeans but
held them up.Just at that moment a young woman came in and handed me some
toilet paper. I think it may have been outside the door when I went in,
but never noticed.Of course there was no lock on this door.
She said something which I never understood,but it seemed she was saying
to take my jeans off.I kicked them off laid them on a chair,and went back
to the squat.I placed my feet and pulled my pants down.I farted loudly
and the comforting sound of sharp crackling followed .and then my log
slid out.I was sweating,heart thumping,trembling as I grabbed my paper to
wipe.
Then I tossed my paper in the bin and flushed the mechanism.Dave walked
in as I pulled my pants up and he grabbed my jeans and jacket for me.
Dave told me I had grown up a lot during our trip to France.

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Eileen

Panic buying

With coronavirus now classed as a pandemic people are panic buying to an
extent . Toilet paper especially is high on everyone’s shopping list . I
think it’s a good idea to always carry some toilet paper then wherever we
are , at work , shopping , in a cinema or in a bar , if we need to visit
the toilet we will always be sure to have enough TP for our needs .
That’s what I intend to do . Thanks , everyone . Eileen .

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Ashleigh

hey eueryone wanted to share that i used the last of the soap in the
bathroom

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Lorenz

Responses

Rochelle:

I loved your Ideal Poop story. I found it interesting what you said about
the commercial toilet seats with the open front. And how you can use them
when you sit and look down and see what is between your legs in the
toilet bowl. Back when I think I was like 4 or 5 and with my dad at a
public place I remember asking him about the toilet seats with the hole
in front. He said it was so it would be easier for us little kids to
better pee into the toilet without lifting the big seat. And I believed
that. But when I got to grade school and sometimes had to crap, many
times all the toilets were dripping badly toward the end of breaks. I got
to think about what alternatives I had. Some of my classmates just came
in and sat right down in it because our teachers were strict about time
wasted. This one guy Chad was so efficient. He would wait until the last
minute, then yank his jeans and underwear down and take the seat. I don’t
think he needed even 30 seconds on the toilet. Then he would stand, pull
down some toilet paper, do kind of a funny rub up and then back wipe, and
without looking at it, drop the paper on top of the crap. Then he left
without flushing. I would then flush, take the now dry and warm seat and
do my crap, but I was no where as efficient as him. And my dad called me
out a few times when I stained my white underwear. Today, I’m a senior in
high school and the open front seats remain the norm. Most of the time
when I’m crapping, I sit myself back far enough so that my organ stays
off the front of the bowl. Often there are pee splashes, pubic hairs and
sometimes ashes from cigarettes over the front of the porcelain. Not long
ago, there was a piece of a small soft turd balanced on it because I
guess the user didn’t sit back far enough.

Anna from Austria:

I understand what you say about gaps between metal toilet partitions and
the cubicle door. Here in the U.S. there are more guys’ bathrooms where
the doors have been removed. In places like malls, theaters and stadiums,
and oh yes, parks, its because of vandalism and other not-so-nice
activities taking place. For me, my underwear never goes lower than
mid-thigh.

Taylor T:

I, too, like to have a cross-stall conversation if I feel I know the
person. The one with my 2nd hour math teacher went pretty well. I could
tell it was him because of his nice brown, oxford-type shoes and the nice
suit pants he wears.

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Friday, March 13, 2020

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Constiguy

Tales from Yesteryear

I recall very many years ago I was standing at the trough in a public
men’s toilet that serviced a large restaurant and a young lad , not much
younger than me , approached the trough and just started to undo his fly
and changed his mind and went into the adjacent cubicle . I heard him
drop his trousers and underwear down and his bum hit the seat. A grunt
and the loudest thud I did ever hear hit the water…… another grunt
and another thud and then he began to pee and at that time I left. That
lad needed a poo and was it huge! Just as well he upgraded from a wee to
a poo…… I bet he felt a lot better. The next take was only a few
years ago ….. I was driving along and the traffic a bit in the slow
side….. I was on the expressway and to my left I saw a youngish woman
looking both desperate and embarrassed standing in the long grass and
bushes and what appeared to be her husband/ friend waiting in the car on
the side of the road. Most likely she asked her driver to pull over and I
am sure that it was much more than a wee. I really hope she dropped her
shorts and undies … squatted down and released her shit so as to feel
liberated!!!!

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Matthew

Poop Urgency Scale

This talk of perfect poops reminds me of a scale I have for urgency,
which leads to the quality of the bowel movement

Urgency 1: This is constipation. You know that you have to go, but can
only manage to push out a pebble or two, if that. This is very
uncomfortable.

Urgency 2: In this stage, you know you need to go, but have as much time
as you need to go. When you do finally go, it’s a strain. You produce a
rather hard, dry sausage and wiping is easy.

Urgency 3: This is the average urgency. You have to go, but it can wait
until you’re finished doing what you’re doing–perhaps shopping or
attending a meeting at work. While waiting to go, you might produce some
pungent farts due to the stool percolating in your rectum. When you
finally do get to the toilet, you pass a rather well formed, pretty easy
to pass stool. Wiping is relatively easy–perhaps two to three passes.
This is my favorite type of bowel movement.

Urgency 4: You need to go, and you have about fifteen to twenty minutes
to find a loo. You might be in a meeting at work, and you might have to
excuse yourself if you think the meeting will go awhile before a break.
When you finally reach the toilet, you sit down and immediately release a
soft, very smelly bowel movement, which is the consistency of cottage
cheese. Usually these BMs include a fair amount of gas. Wiping is a chore
since these BMs are quite sticky and messy. I have these bowel movements
quite often.

Urgency 5: Total diarrhea. This is self-explanatory. You have seconds to
reach the toilet and when you do, it’s not fun.

I was in a meeting the other day and during a break, I headed to the mens
room to urinate with a twenty-something colleague. As we entered the
small facility (one toilet and a urinal close by), my colleague said to
me, “I have to take a ferocious crap.” He entered the stall, pulled down
his trousers and said “Bombs away!” He let out a loud fart followed by a
loud, gassy torrent of soft stool. At the end, he said, “Man I needed
that!” We both laughed as I said, “I’ll see you back in the meeting.” He
said, “Okay dude. Sorry about the smell.” It was a bonding experience!

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Elphaba

Comment to Anna and a few stories

Anna – in answer about to your question I myself haven’t changed my
habits after visiting another country. BTW I’m planning to do a trip to
Salzburg in the autumn (if Coronavirus has retreated by then) and am
excited about the prospect of using a tray toilet

Your question has led me to thinking about how my pooing habits have
changed while I’ve been abroad. When I was seventeen, I went on my first
and only school trip abroad. It was to Berlin as a joint
languages/history trip. We stayed in a hostel with five people to a dorm
room which had an en-suite. While I wasn’t concerned with pooing at
school this was because I used bathrooms that we on the other side of the
school to the Year 10/11 field so if anybody did hear me have a poo it
wouldn’t be someone I had to share a lesson with. However, this wasn’t
the case in this dorm room and even if they couldn’t hear me, they would
know I had been in the bathroom for an extended period of time.
Therefore, I put off having a poo for the entire three days we were
there. On the last afternoon in Berlin we were given time to go out and
do some shopping. While we were in KaDeWe I did think about splitting off
from my group of friends and finding a bathroom but decided against it.

The other time my pooing habits have changed when abroad was when I was
in New York for four days. My bowels were not used to all the greasy
meals I was gorging my way through (including the restaurant where the
‘I’ll have what she’s having’ scene in When Harry Met Sally’ takes place)
and as a result I became massively constipated. I had tried to have a poo
while I was in the Museum of the City of New York on my last day but
after trying for ten minutes I have up and thought I would have to wait
until I got back to England to poo. However, I became massive anxious
when I was at Newark airport and it was announced my flight home got
delayed due to bad weather; like always when I’m anxious within half an
hour I was on the toilet emptying my bowels.
Speaking of being constipated, I think I’m getting that way at the moment
as I’ve just been to the toilet and could only push out two tiniest
pieces of poo.

However, yesterday I had a great poo. As I was having a coffee and cake
in a café, I could feel my bladder start to fill up; indeed, by the time
I finished my coffee I was actually quite desperate. So, marking my place
in my book and putting it into my bag I got up and walked over to the
single-occupancy bathroom. After locking the door and putting my bag on
the floor (there was no hook to hang it from) I lifted up my denim dress
and slid down my tights and navy panties. Placing my butt on the toilet
seat I relaxed my bladder and wee’d for close to a minute. Then thinking
I could poo, I started to push and within seconds a log had emerged from
my bum and with a loud plop fell into the toilet. A second turd joined it
seconds later with an equally loud plop and then a third although this
plopped down more quietly. I unrolled some loo paper and after wiping
twice I stood up and saw the three logs sitting side by side at the
bottom of the toilet bowl before throwing the paper on top of them and
flushing the toilet. I then thoroughly washed my hand and exited the
bathroom to carry on my day.

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Anna from Austria
This time I have a got a unusual Question to my fellow ladies

Did you ever Chance your toilet habbits for good after you have been to a
foreign Country?

I personaly did it. Nothing big only a minor Detail but it is still funny
to mention.

Here in Austria, the public toilets do have big gaps between the toilets
or at the door if at all. If there are gaps they are not big enough to
expose anything.

So I tended to pull down my pants and panties to the ancles when using
the toilet.

I changed that habbit after been to the states in 2019. Due to the big
gaps some american ladies Rooms have, I quckily learned that is better to
pull my panties down at knee Level not to expose anything.

Another intersting difference is that most american toilets do not have a
tray before the water hole. So pooping at this type of toilet is way more
louder than using a toilet with a tray. We have both type of toilets in
Austria, the one with the tray and the one with the hole only, but the
tray toilets are more common at public places.

I considered pooping at the american toilets a bit more embarrasing than
using the Austrian ones, because I was not used to make so many noisy
ploops.

That’s for today.

greetings from Austria

Anna

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Sheelee

Squatting Outdoors

My daughter just turned 11. With spring coming on we’re going to be doing
outdoor activities in large parks, on walking and biking trails, and at
some amusement parks when they open. In the parks and on the trails, it
is hard to find bathrooms that are open. Most are locked unless there is
some large, organized activity that’s going to draw hundreds of people.

My Darcee is getting more frustrated all the time about having to hold
her bodily needs in just because we believe in exercising and not just
staying home wasting time. Two times late last summer I gave Darcee
permission to continue her stride and just go in her jeans and underwear.
Of her friends, she said that would have activated the riot act, but for
me I saw it as the most practical solution at the time since she has had
and largely outgrown harassment from other students when using her middle
school bathrooms. I wrote about these last fall.

When I was a couple of years older than her, my mom showed me how to
squat pee and poop. It took me a while, and with the help of one of my
friends, I became pretty adept at it. This was more than 20 years ago and
I still remember the demonstration I put on for my best friend Lindy when
we were riding our bikes through the miles of this huge cemetery.
Everything was perfect and I maintained my best balance ever. Lindy got
better, with my teaching her, and was best at crapping. She was
inconsistent though because she found hard craps, especially the large
ones, the most difficult to push out.

I’m still considering whether to introduce Darcee to the squat.

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Bianca

Constipation

I thought I’d write about my ideal constipation setting just to bring
about another interesting story. I was inspired to write this, because I
had an entire night filled with the spa music on my sleep machine. If I
had to pass a rock hard tured, I would do so while playing my spa music.
To Rochelle: I love your long, and beautiful poop story. Also, I like the
poop term “loud and proud”. I don’t feel like writing about my poops
today, because I felt they were too small. I did however, love my trumpet
fart this morning. Bye!

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Catherine

Responses to Rochelle and Constiguy – Ideal Poop!

Thank you both for taking time to answer that question!

Constiguy – I agree – whatever the consistency, a powerful dump can be
pleasurable! I hope that you have the opportunity to enjoy these on a
more regular basis!

Rochelle – While our ideal poops are different, I really appreciated you
sharing. It’s interesting to me that you would like to be in a bathroom
with people you love and care about, while I would love to be alone! It’s
amazing what we consider ideal. As for the description, I do agree that
forceful, even explosive diarrhea that comes in multiple waves can have a
pleasant sensation. And, I do feel much better when it’s over. Thank you
for sharing!

I would love to hear from everyone else!

Love to all!

Catherine!

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Catherine

Super-Long Poop

Hi Toiletstool Friends!

Yesterday evening after supper I excused myself for my evening bowel
movement. As you know, I’m a pretty healthy pooper, and it is not unusual
for me to have large bowel movements. However, for whatever reason, this
one was huge! It came out in one good push, medium speed. It appeared
over one inch thick, but was, and I kid you not, two feet long! I keep a
small tape measure in the bathroom drawer just for purposes such as this.
And it measured two feet in length! I could not flush it.

Of course, I had to show Alan! And he was impressed!

It was a nice treat to end a long day!

Love to all!

Catherine!

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Mina[ppe]

73 turds from one beautiful bottom!

Sorry everyone, I have been bad bad girl, never post. Catherine you have
big problem! I hope other Catherine put extra letter after her name.
Rochelle your post is so lovely!!! I translated for friend and they all
said Aaaaaa many times!! Kazuko says she wants to share your open loo,
she will do and do and do for very long time with huge volume so you
satisfy.

Actually day after my birthday party, it was 29 February (my birthday is
27) Kazuko did 73 turds in beige loo! But before you excite like mad, I
have to tell you they were small turds, so total produce was size of
large melon, that is usual for Kazu.

She said to us, “I think my motion very soft. I don’t want! It will be
finish very short time, I want to be long time!” with crying voice. We
said her, “sit on loo and try to go very slowly.” So she sat on loo.

Turds came out slow speed. After 6, I began count, shape of turds tell me
that she going to do many many. Not so big turds, biggest one maybe 10
centimetres of long and 2 centimetres of wide, but most of turds much
smaller, about 4 centimetres or less, and one centimetre. She did very
slowly even they were soft, so about 4 minutes, but then she said, “I
finish too soon!” We said her, “Stay on loo and relax. After few minutes,
maybe more come out. Maybe you do a diarrhoea.” So she stay. I caress her
hair. She dropped 67 turds into loo and they were big smell which is her
usual smell.

Hisae and Maho at door say sweet things to her in little voice. “Kazu you
sit there so beautiful style.” etc.

Suddenly Kazu said, “More come out!” with happy voice. She domed out her
beautiful bottom, and dropped 4 small turds slow speed. Then she breathed
hard many times, and after about one minute, two more turds. Last one
shoot out like bullet so she felt it is last one and she said, so I
pushed washlet button for her. Then we all dried her with slow careful
warm movement, and she whimpered a lots. Off course we all looked in loo
and saw her big brown melon. “Kazu it is beautiful!!” we all say.

After she put on cloths and went out of loo, she hugged all of us long
time each one with crying, and gave us all kisses on top of head, so I
caressed her bottom to show my love. Then I went to loo with Hisae next
me, and then Maho with Kazu next her, but it was our usual, so I don’t
give detail this time, you will be bore.

But I post again soon. I hope everyone is well and non problem with
coronavirus. It is big problem! Almost days, we are telework all of us.
Please be careful, wash hands well and try not to go place with many
people. WE are very worry about everyone this site.

Love to everyone.

Your very own Minappe, and Maholin and Kazu and Chae.

P.S. Rochelle please give us more your story! We want to read. And
everyone else too.

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Christopher

Shit near the Station

One day last summer I went to visit a relative in Hospital.As I walked out
of the station behind a lot of other people I noticed a Teenage Lad come
down a Footpath from the main road to the station.When he got to the
bottom he went into some long grass ,unbelted his jeans and pulled his
pants down.He certainly wasn’t shy,he squatted for a couple of minutes
then pulled everything back up again ,no wiping.When I returned a couple
of hours later I made a point of looking.There was a lovely turd laying
there,probably 9 inches long by2 inches and perfectly smooth, now covered
with flies.
It was a very hot and sultry evening so having arrived home I needed a
shower and as I took my underwear off they were the same style, pattern
and colour that he was wearing.

Chris

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Constiguy

Toilet Paper Shortage Hits New Heights

Due to the panic buying of toilet paper in Australia it is very difficult
to get a roll. Two ladies are due to face court because they attacked two
shop assistants who tried to limit their purchases . A full scale fight
ensued and although it is inappropriate all parties could well and truly
fight. I went to the corner store this morning and a young lady was
walking out very happy and victorious as she had acquired two rolls. I
was able to do a deal on four rolls and added two to my toilet paper
warehouse and gave one each to the staff.

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tim

Stool Sample Struggle

Hello all, hope everyone is doing okay

These past few months I’ve been having horrible stomach pains as well as
more severe constipation and diarrhea, and after visiting a doctor I was
told I need to send a stool sample. My fear was then getting the sample
to the doctor quickly, but I knew with my problems that might be
difficult. I ate a lot of food and took a lot of fiber the day/night
before so it would be easier the next morning.

The next morning, I woke up and ate a big breakfast. I really wanted to
get the sample that day, so I was determined to go. I got to the toilet,
and got the sample collector ready and squatted on the seat (I would’ve
loved some encouragement/ support for this one) I pushed but got nothing
out, but felt a large load that wanted to come. I knew I’d have to dig
deep for this one. I pushed harder, and felt like my sample was close to
poking out. I took a deep breath, and pushed even harder, and I got a
very large load out. It was about 10 inches long and 2-3 inches thick. I
was so relieved to get my sample.

I hope everyone has been able to poop. If not, share your struggles so I
can help/push with you lol.

Take care,
Tim

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Wednesday, March 11, 2020

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Taylor

To Catherine

A courtesy/modesty pee is peeing through your underwear (or other
clothing) when peeing outside to preserve your modesty.

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Clara

When I was very young

Hi Catherine, thank you for the advice. Well I should drink enough with
around 3-liter water every day. It maybe true that I could eat more
vegetables.
Sarah I had kind of such a situation. I was 5 or 6 and I was in the car
with my mum. It was a hot summer and we were coming back from the local
swimming pool. In the middle of the drive I told her I needed to pee. I
went before we left, but I drank a lot that day. She said she would
hurry. We were in our town and had maybe 5 to 10 min to drive. Something
I could have hold, but the traffic was closed. There was a car crash or
something and the traffic got jammed. After 15 minutes I told mum it got
urgent. She told me to grab a dry towel from our bag and fold it, so I
could place it under me. Then she told me, that it was ok if I would have
an accident and pee my pants. I hold longer and longer, now around 30
minutes. I wanted to use the toilet at home, but my bladder got so full.
I squirmed and pressed my hands in my crotch. My mum said it was ok if I
couldn’t hold it, but I tried to. After some time, it was to much and I
lost the struggle, I started to cry when my panties got wet and warm and
then my pants. It was relaxing, but I felt bad. After I was done we
needed to wait longer. I was so glad when were got home.
Mary: I never were on a concert, but maybe you can pee before the
concert, or if you dare, that is something I was told, wear a skirt and
pee under that, although it may not be very pleasant. Sadly I have no
other idea.

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Rochelle

Re: My ideal poop

Catherine,
What a great idea! I must admit my ideal poop would be somewhat
different, though very exciting!
I also love a super strong need to poop. I would turn my back to my
beautiful black toilet, lower my pants and undies to my ankles and plop
my butt on a very comfortable contoured seat. I love the commercial open
front seats too because it makes it easier to look between my legs and
wipe.
Upon seating myself, I would explode with a powerful, loud blast of
diarrhea. It would not be straight liquid, and it would not burn, but the
poop itself would be a very comfortable sensation to my rectum. I really
like the feeling of a loud, powerful, gloppy diarrhea blast. it’s really
the whole vibrating sensation in my hole that is so pleasurable to me! A
combination of wet poop and powerful, loud gas is best, the kind that
really rings inside the toilet bowl! So satisfying!
I would experience at least 4 good waves of power poop, perhaps a few
minutes apart with rests in between to relish the beautiful relief, and
look at my beautiful body in the full length mirror beside me!
When I felt done, I would remain comfortably seated while I reach back to
flush the huge bowl full of poop under me. I would watch between my legs
as it swirls and disappears beneath me.
I now reach for my soft toilet paper and wipe my butt, reaching between
my legs and wiping front to back. It would probably require 4-5 good
wipes. I wipe on my front and then I flush again. I feel truly like a new
woman again, what a treat it was to enjoy such a wonderful poop!
I pull up my cloths and look forward to the next trip to my favorite
place to sit! I would poop like this 4 times a day. Maybe more If I could!
Now there are still a few things I’m undecided on. I love the woods and I
love to camp. I would love to have a kind of outdoor bathroom, with no
walls just a short walk away from my house, surrounded by deep forest. I
Would walk out to my outdoor bath which would consist of a toilet, sink,
and shower all freestanding. I would love to sit on my toilet out in the
open and listen to the birds, feel the breeze blow by my bare butt, and
feel like I am literally living in the woods! I would love that. I love
pooping in park restrooms because they often have open windows. It’s very
unique to feel the breeze and it will even swirl in the toilet bowl
beneath me and tickle my bare butt cheeks!
But I can think of another situation that I would really love. I would
love a public bathroom of perhaps 6 toilets, 3 on 3 facing each other.
Open toilets with no stalls. I would take a middle toilet and enjoy my
turbo diarrhea dump! Across from me, My mother would come in with her
normal 4 times a day, which is often very loud and messy! Next would be
my 2 sisters, joining on each side of my mother in front of me. They are
healthy log droppers, we have always been “loud and proud” of our dumps!
To my left and right would be a couple of my close girl friends and good
poop buddies. Haylee, lays big logs and she can inch a solid turd out of
her anus for 10 minutes! She is very relaxed, and she really loves
inching her poop out slowly.
On my right would be my good poop buddy Amy. Amy is not overly fat, but a
large woman overall and she tends to be a plopper. Her loads are large,
with many plops and splashes going on beneath her.
We all absolutely love our poops and I’ve pooped with all of them at some
point. My sisters and I shared the bathroom countless times growing up,
one in the tub, one on the toilet and such.
I would love to add more friends and toilets to this “party poop”, lol! I
just really love sharing toilet time with friends! It’s so special.

Well, I’ll call it for now. Sorry I’ve been gone so long! I love this
site but my inspiration for typing comes and goes.

Enjoy your poops everybody!
Rochelle

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Bianca

Stuck

Hi everyone. Despite the fact my poop yesterday was easy to pass as
usual, it was shaped in a way it got temporarily stuck on the way down.
About 3 seconds later, water rushed ahead of the poop, and sucked it
down. To whoever posted about there friend Colin, great story. I’m glad
he didn’t pee in the pool. When I was very young, I addmit to peeing in
the bath sometimes among other strange things such as dunking cups to
produce bubbles. Dunking cups was way better than smelling my bath farts.
I’m sure you all know what I mean. Bye!

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Catherine

So Embarrassed!

Hi Toiletstool!

I miss many of our “regular” posters and hope that our gang is not
dealing with widespread constipation!!! Haha! (That’s a bad attempt at
toilet humor!)

First, it looks like there’s another Catherine here. I did not ask the
question about modest pee. However, welcome to the forum! I’m not certain
about the term either.

Second, yesterday at work I had some really bad gas. It was my usual
loud, but this time it smelled awful. We tried a new dish Wednesday
night, but the ingredients were no different than anything we normally
eat. So, I don’t know. It was mid morning and we had a lot of
prescriptions to fill. Also, I always speak to my customers. In a small
town, the line between profession and personal is always blurred. So, I
try to ask how people are doing and take time to explain their
prescriptions to them if I know that it’s a new medication, or if my
customers are on several meds. So, it was one of those mornings where I
couldn’t just excuses myself to the restroom to pass gas.

I could feel it building up in my rectum as well as my colon, making me
feel very uncomfortable. Right before my lunch break, the customers
thinned out, but we were backed up on prescriptions. So, I tried with all
my might to hold the fart back.

It failed. It was almost like some of the stories that I’ve read about
people peeing and pooping in their pants while in public. There was an
instant that seemed like eternity when I realized I could not hold this
fart any longer. And, it happened. It was loud, long, hot and smelled
gross. And, I lost it. I started crying. I’m there, in front of my
co-workers and am a mess with tears. It was humiliating. I do not like
showing my emotions. But I could not stop the fart or the tears.

My techs, who I love dearly and have a good relationship with, got me
calmed down and said that it was OK. I’m just so embarrassed that I did
that.

Life happens, and so do farts, and sometimes when we least expect them.
Can anyone relate?

Love,

Catherine!

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End Stall Em

My grandma and courtesy and modesty peeing

I’m very close to my grandma, who is well traveled and a very
accomplished woman and still active in her late 80s. We often travel
together during the summers and she’s a wealth of knowledge.

Several years ago, back when I think I was starting middle school and
complaining about using busy and dirty public bathrooms away from home,
she explained that back in the 1940s and into the ’60s pay toilets were
the norm. There was huge lock and latch outside the toilet cubicle door.
You would put a nickel or dime in, twist the latch, and an occupied sign,
often in red metal, would show as you closed the door from the inside and
sat and did your thing. If there was a line of toilets, some businesses
or buildings would offer one non-pay toilet for those who didn’t have the
money or the right change. She called this the “courtesy pee.”

Grams told me about how some kids would crawl under the stall door and
while they were sitting and doing their thing, a paying customer would
come running in, insert the coin and give them a surprise. Also, some
would pee, hold the door open for friends and perhaps 6 or 7 would be
allowed to pee for free. Grams called the “free-loading” but she said
that was the norm in other areas of life too.

Once when grams and I were doing a campout overnight in a state park, she
showed me how to “modesty” pee. She had a dress on, sat on a rather
rugged log that had once been a tree, and she spread her legs wide and
with her dress covering her privates she did a full pee that she called a
“modesty” pee. Before I turned in that night, I went outside our tent,
seated myself on the log but I didn’t have a dress to cover my privates,
just shorts. For a 5 minute sit I could only get a couple of trickles.
And from the bark I got a few abrasions on my butt. Then I got grams to
walk me to the visitors building where I sat for my normal pee.

She said children and people with emergencies (read: ready to burst)
would often take the “courtesy pee” option. These toilets were often more
messed up, unflushed and not the cleanest. Her mother was adamant that
she was not to use one. But if her mother was immediately available in
the bathroom, grams would pocket the coin she was given and then use it
later for candy and other stuff. That’s how she and a couple of her
friends saved up for a pack of Camels they once sampled.
Each smoked a cigarette and gave the remainder of the pack away.

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