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GaryT
Natalie’s Story
This happened to my wife Natalie several years back just before we became
engaged. We spent a week at her parents’ house in Connecticut with her
sister’s family. The visit was pleasant, and everything went well until
the morning of our departure for Boston. I went up to her bedroom to
retrieve her belongings for the car. Her parents were traditional, so we
stayed in separate rooms. I knocked on her bedroom door and she invited
me in quietly to join her while she got dressed.
After a few minutes together, I began to sense that something wasn’t
quite right. Natalie had a stressed look, like somebody drained the
energy out of her. “Honey are you ok?”, I asked. She paused for a bit
before answering, and seemed a little embarrassed. “You know how my Mom’s
cooking often affects me? Well, I’ve been bound up for most of the week
and yesterday was a particularly bad day. So, last night I took a
stimulant laxative that I found in the bathroom, figuring that I’d get
relief before our trip home today. I woke up with a sudden urge early
this morning and had to make a desperate run for the bathroom. I thought
I was going to have an accident, but when I got to the toilet, I wasn’t
able to go. I felt the need and my ???? felt bloated, but I couldn’t do
anything. The feeling hit me again about an hour ago, and this time I was
able to do something, but not nearly enough. I still feel bloated and
full and terrified that this might hit me again during our drive home.”
I held her again and tried to offer some comfort. I assured her that
there were plenty of rest stops and that we could always pull to the side
of the road if her needs developed suddenly. She gave me a tight squeeze.
I went on to tell her that we would be totally alone and that it wouldn’t
be the end of the world if she needed to have an accident. I assured her
again that I loved her and that I would not be bothered if this happened.
She squeezed me again and told me how much she loved me.
We had a nice farewell breakfast and Natalie showed no signs of her
predicament in front of her family. We gathered our final belongings and
climbed into the car for our trip home. Earlier, after what Natalie had
said, I moved an old blanket to a spot directly behind our seats, just in
case.
I felt a sense of relief as we pulled out of the driveway. I feared that
Natalie might postpone our leave until her situation cleared, and selfish
as it was, my needs to be alone with her were through the roof. She
seemed relaxed as we began our drive, and by the time we reached the
thruway she was asleep. I couldn’t help thinking about things as I drove,
and I had the worst desire to ask her how she was feeling, but waking her
up would have been really inconsiderate. Besides, leaving her asleep
would provide her the best chance of making it home without incident.
Reflecting back now, however, I probably should have let her know as we
approached each rest stop.
About a half-hour from reaching home, I started thinking that our ride
was going to be uneventful. But then she woke up. “Where are we?”, she
asked. I told her that we were less than 30 minutes from home and asked
how she was doing. “I’m starting to get a funny feeling in my ???? again.
Is there a rest stop nearby?” I told her that we passed one about 10
miles back but that another should be coming up soon. She didn’t respond.
We drove another 5 miles and she began looking uncomfortable and I heard
her insides do a loud gurgle. Then we saw the sign: “Rest Stop 3 Miles
Ahead”. She asked, “Can you drive a little faster? I’m starting to have
cramps.”
I drove as fast as I could without going too far beyond the speed limit.
When I pulled into the rest area, she asked me to drive her up to the
door. By then she had removed her seatbelt and had her purse in hand. I
heard another growl as she jumped out of the car. She walked toward the
door in obvious discomfort and disappeared inside.
After 20 minutes I began to wonder if she was in trouble and needed help.
However, just as I got out of the car, I saw her walking back toward me.
The look on her face confirmed my suspicions. I walked to meet her, gave
her a hug, and told her it will all be ok. But she hadn’t had an accident
after all. In fact, it was a repeat situation from before. After much
struggling, she was able to pass a stool, but it was hard and painful,
and gave her very little relief. I was now becoming worried, and I knew
she was too. We sat in the car and talked for a few minutes.
She then asked me, “Do you know anything about suppositories?” I told her
that I had used the glycerin ones a couple of times in the past. “They
are not supposed to stimulate, and don’t normally cause cramps. Instead,
they draw water into the intestinal tract to cause loosening.” “Would you
mind stopping on our way to buy some?”, she asked. I told her that I saw
a drug store on the other side of the complex we were in and that we
might as well stop there now.
I drove over, and she stayed in the car while I went inside. I returned
to find her suffering through another cramp. I showed her the little
plastic container of white “bullets”. “How long do these take?”, she
asked. I told her that I thought about 20 to 30 minutes but that it could
vary. “Would you like to risk it and have me give you some now?” She
said, “Yes. I’m miserable. We’re almost home and I’m willing to take the
chance of the unthinkable. I just want to get relief before it turns into
a medical problem.”
We left the store and eventually found a side street that offered total
privacy. I parked the car and walked around to her side with the
suppositories and some wet wipes. She lifted her skirt and slip, pulled
down her shaper panties and pantyhose, and rolled onto her side. After my
successfully inserting three “bullets”, we regrouped and resumed our
drive home. I also prompted her to drink a bottle of water to help her
body hydrate.
Shortly after we returned to the highway, she asked me, “Is it normal to
feel an urge this soon after taking suppositories?” I told her yes, but
the real effect will take a while longer. “Hold on as long as you can to
give them a chance to work.” I could tell that she was becoming
increasingly uncomfortable. “I should have just waited until we got
home,” she added.
A few minutes later she began shifting in her seat again and started
fumbling with the zipper on the side of her skirt. She pulled the zipper
down, removed her skirt, and pulled the old blanket onto the seat under
her slip. I thought she was going to have an accident right then and
there, but she managed to hang on. She remained deathly quiet for the
next few miles, and I could sense the tension in her body increasing.
We were only a few miles from the house when she asked me again to please
hurry. She said that she’d just had a little bit of an accident and was
trying to hold back from having another. I told her that it was ok to let
go in her pants and reminded her that it was just the two of us; no one
else would ever know. She refused, however, to give in when she was so
close to the toilet.
I opened the garage door, pulled in, and closed it again to keep our
privacy. She stepped out of the car with an ultimate look of desperation.
As she waddled carefully toward the door, she lifted her slip and
grunted, “Oh God!”
When I got the door unlocked, she ran into the house and down the hallway
clutching her behind. But she exploded before reaching the bathroom. When
I caught up with her, she was sitting on the toilet, still in her
panties, spurting diarrhea, and bawling her eyes out. I walked over and
gave her some words of reassurance along with a tight hug. She held me
back, really tight, and eventually stopped crying.
It took about 10 minutes for her insides to settle and for us to get her
fully undressed and into the shower. After helping her with that, I took
on the rest of the cleanup but there was no way to save any of her
delicates. I was amazed at how much she had been holding inside her and
incredibly thankful at knowing she would now be ok.
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Thunder
Toilet Schedule
I noted Steve A’s comments etc. I use to be as regular as clockwork but
now I can go for a few days with no, or minimal, results and then poo
four times in one day . To control things and to stop my poo turning to
rock I take osmotic laxatives. Also I deal with incontinence and wear
disposable undies for the purpose. I have got use to and accept my
situation and have long since given up on a cure but rather interested in
day to day management.?
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Michael W.
Dried Apricots (A remedy for Constipation?)
To Lavah, Abbie, Jasmin K and MJ all of your stories were awesome.
I enjoyed reading them.
To everyone else, I’m back with another story. This one takes place in
December 2019 before the pandemic. Anyways, I had just got back on my
insurance so that I can get back on my medication bcz I have Insomnia.
One of the side effects of this medication is constipation. So a week
after I had started taking this little did I know I was constipated and
did not know until after the third day without going. So I tried to have
a long sit on the toilet for up to an hour like Jasmin K and I pushed and
strained and squeezed my brains out while I was reading my book on the
toilet and I even had my feet on the stepping stool. Sometimes I would
put my book down and massage my belly and I also did some rocking back
and forth and it was no use. After spending an hour on the toilet I gave
up. I remember reading some old stories on this forum which was helpful
to me. Punk Rock Girl said that she tried Dried Apricots and they worked
for her. So I was like sure I’ll give it a try. I went to Kroger and
bought a small bowl of Dried Apricots.
When I went to work I ate them on my break and then almost an hour after
eating them I started having gas. And I was farting like a machine gun.
Like every 5 minutes I was letting them rip. And they were loud. Luckily
not many people were on my shift. I felt some pressure coming to my back
door and then I bolted to the bathroom. I locked the door and yanked my
jeans and boxers down and sat on the toilet and let it all explode out of
my butt. I sighed in relief and cupped my chin with my hand and relaxed.
I dosed off but I didn’t stop pooping. It just kept coming and coming. I
was happy in the moment cuz it sucks when you can’t go. When I looked at
my phone I realized that I had been in the bathroom for almost 40
minutes. By then I was just letting out little squirts with some tiny
farts. I was pushing them out too. Somebody knocked on the door and I
said “Occupied!” And then I wiped my butt with toilet paper and pulled my
pants and boxers back up and flushed and then I washed my hands and left
the bathroom. Sara was asking where I was and I told her. She laughed and
said she was gonna send a search party for me.
So there is my story. And my experience with Dried Apricots, I would have
to say it was the best diarrhea I ever had. I’ll share another story
later, until then Happy Pooping Everyone.
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Scott
Constipation
To Abbie: as always nice story again. Sounds hard work! It is so bad to
see you struggling to poo still, since you was doin so well with it.
The other day I didn’t have a poo in 4 days. Then the urge came on, I
just sat and let the turd come out on its own givin push to keep it goin
It came out slowly and plopped down. When I wiped there blood on paper.
Painful.
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Accident prone
When was the last time you pooped your pants?
For me it was yesterday morning, I often hold it too long and it was busy
putting off the need I was doing the dishes, desperately clenching my
butt when my body forced a push and it messed myself while scrubbing. It
didn’t faze me to much as I have had literally hundreds of accidents in
my life but I was dismayed to realize the sloppy mess was creeping down
my legs. After I finished the dishes in started the clean up, I grabbed
the baby woes we keep on hand for such incidences, kicked the rug out of
the way and slid my pants off and started wiping in the kitchen. There is
in a way and odd satisfaction in making such a mess while cleaning up
another. I wiped out my underwear as best I could and threw them in the
laundry, if I’m home alone I don’t bother to try to make it to the
toilet. Ive been doing that since my 20s when I realized that pooping my
pants its actually stress relieving in a way.
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LC
Comments / Replies
Lots of great contributions to the board recently, thanks to all for
taking the time to share.
@ Ms. Orthodontist – great set of stories. I really enjoyed the little
details and well-thought out descriptions. The “stink lair” term is
perfect. Your story about the movie theater is quite interesting, and
it’s definitely within the realm of possibility that your neighbor
enjoyed your performance. I also agree that stinking up a large public
restroom is among the least embarrassing places, and it can be quite
satisfying. I have a few notable stories that might of interest. You also
asked about how long people hold it. I tend to go every second or third
day more recently, but never experience constipation. I pass mine quite
easily and am done quickly, unless I decide to linger.
@ Catherine – Enjoy your time away. I agree with your sentiments that
“bigger is better”.
@ Asha the Weirdo – welcome and thank you for sharing both of those
stories. Those were both fantastic. Looking forward to reading more from
you.
@ Megan – Haha, yes. School trips seem to be occasions where these types
of things to tend to happen. I think it’s because people get thrown off
of their schedule. I can recall three stories from those days where
something similar happened to classmates of mine and once where it
happened to me. I never saw the results of others as you did, but I do
know one girl (9th grade at the time) took such a huge dump that her and
her roommate got switched rooms, as the bathroom could not be fixed by
the onsite team. As you mentioned, some of us boys thought it was
hilarious and amazing.
@ Victoria – I relate to your incident of clogging the toilet at the
grocery store. I’ve been in that “shituation” more than a few times.
Sometimes I’ve had people waiting and other times I managed to escape, if
you will. I empathize and sympathize with the emotional turmoil it causes
you and I’m sorry you were so mistreated at times as a younger person in
similar incidences.
@ Brandon – Great story about Naomi. Curious to read more.
@ Carlie B. – good to see you post again. Your lady friend seemed good
natured and free-spirited about your substantial contributions. As an
aside, I’m a fitness/health/wellness hobbyist and I can tell you that
your experience is not that uncommon. Challenging physical exertion can
definitely lead to a good clean out, as I’ve seen with many people over
the years. Pre-pandemic, I used to cover a couple closing shifts at a
local gym in exchange for a membership (not my full time job). I could
workout at the same time, so it was a good deal for me. Part of closing
procedure was to make sure all the bathrooms were in order and ready for
the cleaning and maintenance to come in overnight (no leaks, damage, Orms
left behind, etc.). I would need to flag certain stalls for special
attention from time to time in both the men’s and women’s locker rooms.
That is to say, not sure if anyone will put two and two together because
maintenance staff doesn’t usually see who the clients are and resolving
such issues are a part of the job description. Who knows though?
@ MD Dan – Really enjoyed your candor in both stories. Thanks for sharing.
@ Anna from Austria – I relate and I think many others do as well, air
refreshers provide little in the way of relief of smell and often creates
a mix that is even less savory.
@ Erin B. – Interesting story. Only once did I have a job where it seemed
like many people were on the same schedule and the limited bathrooms
became quite crowded. It was commonplace for more of the senior staff
members to talk shop between toots and plops. It was quite an unusual
experience for me. I often would lose my train of thought as those things
were happening, in the rare occasion I was in there long enough for
someone to strike up a conversation.
LC
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Monday, March 15, 2021
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Bianca
Hi Danni
Danni: Sorry you had to have so much help pooping. I bet if your poop
often came out too easy like me, you’d take advantage of that. Here’s
something interesting about poop. Although humans would get seeriously
ill if they ate poop, not rabbits. I’m not talking about the hard peble
poops, but the soft kind they eat out of their bottoms at night
(secrotropes). I tried my best at spelling that, lol! The fact that a
type of poop can be beneficial to the health of a living creature is so
cool. Also, I’m glad people love reading my posts. Today’s poop was
really soft, especially after my beer. I did my poop after listening to
my keyboard recording I’ve had for 2 years. While browsing the Internet
some days ago, I wanted to read something crazy. I decided to see if
anyone had flushed their USB thumb drive down the toilet. Sure enough,
some people have. Due to an aging browser (running a program called
Keysoft), I wasn’t able to click on the link. One person on the limited
info I could find asked if it would survive the sewer water, but I bet it
just would get crushed in a landfill after being screened out of the
poop/pee mess. Yesterday before getting the process for a new ID done, I
was asked about diarrhea etc during Covid questions. I bet some of you
have been asked this, too. Bye.
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Steve A
A Change in Bathroom Habits (Question)
How often do your own bathroom habits change? More like pooping more than
one time day or skipping a day or two without going?
Last week, I’ve had a few days where I went more than my usual “once a
day”. I generally eat a well-balanced diet, could eat some more fruits
and vegetables, but I take daily supplements as well. Furthermore, I also
drink water 99% of the time because soda, juice, and milk doesn’t quench
my thirst like water does.
My best guess is that it all depends on how much you eat in a day, along
with certain types of food that we eat as well.
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M
Quick question
Hey everyone. Hope everybody is well. Just wondered if you have a poop
before you go in the shower do you still wipe your butt or do you just
wait until you get in the shower to clean yourself.
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Shannon
My doctor visit
I went to the doctor today. I discussed with her my long time issues with
fecal incontinence and my recently developing bedwetting problem. She
gave me a referral to see a gastroenterologist, but initially diagnosed
me with IBS and also said my issues sound stress and diet related and
recommended a therapist. I do have pretty bad general anxiety and I feel
stressed a lot of the time, but I can’t really tell if it’s been any
worse lately to be causing me to wet the bed. She also recommended doing
kegel exercises like Catherine said. Ultimately she seemed pretty
resigned to the idea that this happens due to stress which seems a bit of
stretch to me, but we will see what the other doctor wants to do and what
they say too.
In the mean time I will attempt to start a new accident-free streak.
Ironically, on my way home from the doctor I accidentally pooped in the
car again. I was at the light one block from my building when I just
couldn’t hold it in anymore and had a soft accident in my leggings. It
was like cake batter and it bubbled out loudly and it really made a mess,
spread all through my underwear and stained through to the car seat…now
I have to do the charcoal treatment in my car yet again so it doesn’t
smell like a portapotty in there… Anyway, thats the first time since my
accident at work where I’ve pooped my pants. It wasn’t a really big deal,
no one saw me, but the cleanup was tough :/ in other news, I haven’t wet
the bed since that night with Alexis last weekend, but i also haven’t
been sleeping well, partially due being afraid im going to wet the bed.
Xoxo
Shannon
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Bianca
Accident Prone
To the people on here that are accident prone, good luck. I hope you find
a treatment for your condition if a medical diagnosis is given to you so
you’ll feel better. If I had incontinence of the bowel, and
exercises/diet didn’t work, I’d go for a colostomy if needed. That would
sure beat wearing diapers, or worrying about trying to hold it. Another
procedure that might be less invasive is called ACE. Basically, you have
a hole in your abdomen in which you give yourself an enema to flush the
poop out of your system. This is how some people paralized from the waist
down have had to do. Hope this helps anyone. Bye.
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Nobody
Pooping in games
My nephew is having me to play a game called road to grambys. Idk what
it’s about yet, lol, but there’s something that happens that reminds me
of a couple of the members here. In this game, you go on a really long
road trip. For some reason, the devs decided to add pooping as a game
mechanic. You’ll be running around and just randomly drop a turd. The
first time I noticed this was when I went to hop out of my car and found
a pile in the seat.
I have some other stuff to talk about irl, but I am currently occupied by
my nephew playing the game I just mentioned, haha.
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Tlana
Showering off your poo?
During my 9th grade year of high school I had PE at 9 a.m. That was the
time back then that I would have my morning crap. So I would get out of
1st hour right at the dismissal bell and run my barely 4′ body down to
the other side of the school, hoping to get on a toilet during what I
remember was a 5-minute suit up time to change into my gym shorts, shirt,
and get out into the gym and line up military-style with the 22 others in
our squad. Anyone late after the whistle was blown would cause their
squad to run a penalty lap or two in front of the others. So the sit down
time for my crap was about 1 minute. Often my soft crap would readily
come out in less than 30 seconds. That was fine with me because there
were no doors on the stalls and just having a toilet vacant was an answer
to my prayer. I don’t like to admit it but I had to just jump off the
toilet and pull my shorts up as I started the run next door to the gym.
After a few attempts during our after class shower-dressing 5 minutes, I
found just the hot shower wasn’t enough to fully clean me and substitute
for my not having wiped earlier. I would have to wait for a toilet to
become vacant and go in and do 2 or 3 wipes. Even then the little squares
of toilet paper were inadequate and often my middle right finger would
pierce through the paper. And to make matters worse, my next class was
science and that was two floors up a busy staircase. The highlight of my
day was the leisurely pee I took during 4th hour study hall. Showering,
no matter how good, did not work for me then and I have only bad memories
of my experiences now.
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M
Hi Bianca
I do enjoy public bathrooms too and I do like to poop in them. The only
thing is I’m a morning pooper so I always poop at home and rarely get to
poop in a public bathroom. The only thing I don’t like about it though is
I just have to be a bit careful when I pee while I’m sitting before I
poop because I obviously don’t want my penis to touch the toilet. But
sometimes I just go in a stall just to listen to others poop. I know that
sounds kind of weird but I do like to do that. How about you?
Just wondered if you have any good stories of you being in the ladies
room and hearing other women coming in and having a really loud and nasty
poop while you’re in there. I remember years ago at an old job when I was
on my lunch break I had to pee before I woke t back to work. The men’s
room was quite small. You walk in and it had one stall and it was right
next to the door when you walked in. It also has a rack on the wall.of
the stall and it would have magazines and newspapers in it. I’ve pooped
in there a few times. The urinal is right next to the stall. One day I
walk in and as soon as I get in I see feet and pants pulled down so
someone was sitting in there. I go to the urinal to pee. While I’m peeing
I hear this man turning pages of a newspaper and letting out little
squirts of diarrhea with the typical diarrhea fart sounds. I could tell
the guy wasn’t feeling well because each time he would let a bit of poop
out he would moan a bit and sounded like he was in pain. And I’m right
next to him while I’m peeing. It was a bit difficult for me to pee at
this point because being attracted to men just knowing there is a guy
right next to me with his pants down… well my mind is going 100 miles
am hour. But I was able to pee. The guy probably squirted four or five
times while I was peeing. After I was done I go to the sink to wash my
hands. After I’m done the guy lets out the biggest diarrhea explosion
ever as I’m drying my hands with a paper towel. He let out a huge sigh
too as though he was so relieved. He must have had a lot inside of him
because it came out a little bit at a time and then suddenly the big
explosion. So because of where the stall was I had to walk past it to
exit the men’s room. And man did it stink. He continued turning the pages
of the newspaper so I always wondered how much more he had to do and how
many times he had to wipe. Even after I poop I sot for a bit longer to
make sure I’m done especially when I have a stomach ache like that. But
thats one mens room story I will never forget.
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MJ
Story
I’ve been reading the forum with interest lately, there have been some
great stories lately
To Lavah – I bet that was such a good feeling to finally poop that one
out. I was almost willing for you reading that story. How long did you
grunt for each time? Was it a knobbly turd or just big and smooth? Have
you ever helped Kelsii poop?
Abbie – I enjoy your stories with Lucy – which one of you two grunts the
loudest? Have you ever helped each other go?
Last week I found myself unusually a little bit constipated I guess. I
hadn’t gone for about a day and half (pretty unusual) really, but what
was really odd was that I hadn’t felt the need to go. I was starting to
get a bit worried!
At the end of the second day, I could feel my stomach feeling a bit
heavy, so I decided to take a magazine to the toilet and see what I could
do, and if anything happened. I sat down and peed a little.
I started to read and 5 minutes had passed but nothing had happened. I
felt like I wanted to try to poop and so adjusted myself and gave a
little push nnn nnn, but no movement. I did however let out quite a fart
pfft which relieved the pressure feeling a little. I could feel that
there was a turd that wanted to come out so I pushed again nnnnn nnnnnn
and once again, nothing moved.
I went back to reading for a little bit, before I could feel the pressure
really building in my bum. I pushed again, harder, nnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn this time making audible grunts,
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
nnnnnnnnnnnnnn and slowly began to feel the turd move. I gave up hope of
reading and really began to focus, grunting once again
uuhhgggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhh
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn. I honestly had never had
to push so hard in my life.
Bearing down again
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
nnnnnnnnnn I could feel the tip of the turd crowning and it was obviously
a big one.
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I continued as the turd continued to crown
ever more.
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn I pushed and finally a resounding
‘pppllooop’ in the toilet.
I looked down and could do see this sizeable turd in the bowl. I pushed a
little more nnn nnnnnnnnn nnnnn nnnnnnnnnnnn and a few smaller, softer
turds came out and I felt a lot better.
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Mike
Surprising Dump
I am a custodian at an office building. I work the late shift from 3pm to
11pm. It is a quite busy place except for after 5pm, but a few workers
stay late. at around 8pm I go around the buildings on all floors mopping
the men and womens restroom. I have met some people at work before, one
of them was a young attractive lady named hannah. We would talk often,
and I think she is pretty cute, but I am married with 2 children and am
very faithful. Anyways while I was turning the corner on the 3rd floor. I
saw her leave the restroom, she didn’t see me cause she was walking the
other way. Went I went in, oh man it stunk so bad and I saw that there
were a ton of skidmarks all in the bowl. Next time I talked to her, I did
our usual conversation about the weather and her job, but in the back of
my mind I will always remember the poop that she did and if she only knew
that I knew about it too
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Bianca
Steve’s Question
To Steve A: My bathroom habits only seemed to change after graduating the
????. For me, a boost in confidence, and a more advanced free will of
independence while their had helped. I think I had the urgent ones every
now and again during my training, but it had improved from what I
remember. I hardly ever skip a day of pooping, but I go more frequently
with loose stuff a lot now. My poops often feel like they fall apart
coming out (maybe a 6 on the bristal stool chart). I can have small
denser ones in between. ???? was such a better place than the ???? I’m at
now. Although I love the fast toilets etc, it doesn’t prepare me for a
job. I know that slowly, things will improve like Mom says, but patience
is hard sometimes. It was nice to read a new question from you. I have
such a need for learning etc, I did so again today. Thumb drives wear out
after so many read/write cycles (from experience tapes do the same from
playing and rewinding). This got me thinking that maybe toilet components
wear from hundreds of flushes, too. You can’t preserve your toilet by not
flushing, but at least you can protect data through limitted memory stick
usage. Bye.
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Tiana
Am I abnormal & weird ?
Hi. My name is Tiana and I’m 10 years old. I asked my Mum if I could post
on this site. I always want to stay safe on the internet. So Mummy had a
look and after about half a minute I got a very unexpected reaction. She
started to cry and then when she had calmed down a bit (and I thought she
was going to say no) she said “This site will be safe as houses for you”
and gave me permission ! So here I am ! Mummy says she will explain why
she cried after my post.
Let me describe myself. I am only just over 4ft tall and weigh about 4st.
I have shoulder length wavy red hair. I’m the smallest child in my class
and look about 8 or 9 years old, even though I will be 11 at the end of
May! I am very lucky to live in a really nice large bungalow with Mum,
her partner Eleanor and my step siblings Steve who is just 17 and Louise
who will be 12 on Tuesday. Louise and I share the biggest bedroom in the
bungalow (because we have to share) and it has an en-suite wet-room style
bathroom. Louise and I love each other very much and get on very well,
including being nude in front of each other and going to the toilet in
front of each other.
So my question is am I abnormal or weird because I really like to watch
Louise on the toilet and I think she likes to watch me ? Our normal daily
routine when we get up is that we both go in the bathroom in the nude. I
sit on the toilet to have a wee and Louise cleans her teeth. I then get
off the toilet and go under the shower and Louise sits on the toilet and
has a wee and poo. I watch her having a poo and she watches me washing
under the shower. I like to listen and hear her plops and tinkle,
although that can sometimes be difficult with the noise of the shower
water ! When I’ve finished my shower, Louise usually decides that it is
then time to wipe her bottom from behind her back and she wipes her front
bits from between her legs. After that she gets under the shower and I
clean my teeth and watch her in the shower for a short time. When I’ve
done cleaning my teeth, Louise is usually still under the shower, so I
leave her to it and get dressed and dry my hair if I’ve washed it.
At night time, we get into our night clothes and then go in the bathroom
together. She sits on the toilet and has a wee while I clean my teeth and
then we swap over, except I always have my poo now before bedtime. Of
course there is no shower to mask noises except the scrubbing noise of
Louise’s tooth brush. She gets the tooth paste on her brush, puts it in
her mouth and then turns to face me, to watch me on the toilet. Normally
I wee first and she scrubs away. But once I get my concentration face on,
her brushing gets slower and even pauses while she listens for my plops.
As soon as I reach for the toilet paper, she usually turns and spits out
the paste and then gets some mouth wash and then watches while I finish
wiping myself.
We’ve had this routine ever since we moved into this bungalow together
about two years ago.I’m not unnerved or embarrassed by her watching me
and she doesn’t seem to mind me watching her from the shower. I’m just a
little concerned about liking being watched and perhaps worse, liking to
watch Louise. Am I abnormal and weird ? What do you all think. Please
don’t be mean to me. I can happily take criticism, but I don’t like it if
it’s rude and nasty.
Right, I’m going to find out why Mum cried now. I’ll be back again in a
few days if anyone wants to leave me any messages.
Love from Tiana x x
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Kristi
Just took a dump in two bathrooms
Hi all. Loving this forum.
So about an hour ago, I was sitting at my laptop. I’ve been working from
home for about a year now due to COVID.
Anyways, I’m still in my pajamas when my coffee catches up with me. So I
head to the bathroom… just to pee.
So I sit down and take a nice relaxing tinkle, when all of a sudden I
realize that I don’t just have to pee. So I do some pushing, and am able
to poop a little. Not bad, but not one of those really satisfying poops.
I wipe up and get back to work. I figure I’ll probably have to take a
dump again later in the day…
As it turned out, “later in the day” was about 10 minutes later, tops. At
this point I’m downstairs (I’d used the upstairs bathroom before). And it
hits me. Not “I could poop if I wanted to.” Not “I should probably go
poop soon.” No. This was “I have to poop NOW.”
So I rush into the downstairs bathroom. Basically rip my pajama pants and
panties off (and the door is wide open. My fiance and I don’t live
together. He’s seen me crap though). My butt hits the seat and I proceed
to just take one of the biggest dumps I’ve ever taken.
There was no pushing required. My body did all the work. And WOW did it
feel good.
There was no plop. I stood up and looked in the bowl and realized why.
This poop completely missed the water and was coiled around the bowl.
They’re was no way this was going to flush down.
I say back down, figuring it was time to wipe. I was wrong. I immediately
felt the urge to poop more. Once again, no pushing required. And no plop
again. I stood up and saw this second poop sitting on top of my first
one. Wow.
I sat back down wondering if I was actually done. After a few minutes I
concluded that I was indeed done pooping. I stood up to wipe since I
didn’t want to risk touching my crap (I’m not germ-phobic or anything,
but I’d rather keep my hand clean.) I washed my hands and then pondered
how on earth I was going to flush all of this poop.
The first flush did nothing. Ditto for the second flush. I ended up using
a plunger to break apart my doings and eventually I was able to flush. Of
course, the toilet was clogged and it took me another 20 minutes to get
it unclogged.
I don’t want to break any forum rules, but I have to say that it felt
really, really good in almost a sexual way.
I’ve got another story to tell but it can wait.
Bye!
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Victoria B.
Responses to M and Taylor
Just a few quick replies this time.
To M: I always wash with my bidet and then get in the shower as soon as
I’m off the toilet. In other words, no, this a butt that goes unwiped
after a pre-shower poop.
To Taylor: Please do. Hope Jennifer is doing well!
Love,
Victoria
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MD Dan
Sick Client
I was on another site visit yesterday, this time to a house that was
being lived in with one of the rooms being remodeled. The plan was to
meet the homeowner on site and then go about my business taking a look at
things. I called the homeowner to let them know I was on my way. A woman
answered the phone after half a ring. Her voice sounded a little weird
and she was definitely distracted. I told her who I was and let her know
I was headed over shortly. She asked how long until I got there. I told
her I was about 10 minutes away. She said, “Ok, just knock on the door
really loud.” There was about a 4 second delay before the call
disconnected and during this delay I thought I heard what sounded like a
mountain of wet poop falling into a toilet and a loud fart. She was
probably on the toilet and thought she hit the end call button, then
lowered the phone to her lap because the sound was very clear and close
to the phone. She then probably realized she didn’t hit the button and
quickly tried again. This peaked my interest for sure.
I got to the house, ready to knock loudly as requested, but the door
swung open before I could reach it. The homeowner was there to greet me.
She was a very attractive Hispanic woman in her mid 40s, wearing
professional clothing (nice teal blouse, tight grey trousers,
professional looking short black pumps). She had long black hair with
blonde highlights that fell over her shoulders to her chest. She let me
in, we briefly touched on the job and what she wanted done, and then she
abruptly said, “Do you need me to be here with you…?” and kind of
trailed off as if leaving unsaid, “If you don’t NEED me here, I’d really
rather be somewhere else, if you don’t mind!” I told her I didn’t at the
moment but I might have some questions in a bit. She quickly said “Great!
I’ve got some…business to attend to. I’ll be upstairs. Just shout for
me if you need me. I…um…might be on a call so I might not answer
right away. Just wait for me if I don’t answer.” With that, she walked
rather briskly up the stairs and disappeared around the corner. I heard a
door slam shut quickly afterwards and what sounded like a bathroom fan
being turned on.
I completed what I needed to on the first floor within 10 minutes. I
headed upstairs to the 2nd floor because we’d need to do some work up
there in the walls as well. I’m not sure if she understood this or not,
she didn’t really give me the chance to get to that part. When I got
upstairs, I immediately smelled a foul odor from the hallway bathroom.
The fan that was on didn’t appear to be doing much. And if it was, I
can’t imagine how it would have been without it. I could her the client
moaning a little bit and felt bad for her. I then heard a fart blast
incredibly forcefully into the toilet. The kind of fart you have when
your body is purging your bowels but the only thing left is gas and a
little bit of liquid. She moaned some more and muttered some things in
Spanish. I quickly finished up what I was doing in a few minutes and
headed back downstairs. I called out to her from the bottom of the
stairs. She yelled back, “I’ll be there in a minute!”
Two minutes later I heard the fan shut off and the door open (no toilet
flush, she was probably trying to hide the fact that she had been on the
toilet for the last 20 minutes). She stayed at the top of the stairs and
asked if I had any more questions for her. I said I didn’t and that the
office would be in touch with her. I did have some things to go over but
I could just as easily do it over the phone or through email and wanted
to let her be since she clearly wasn’t feeling well. I do hope she felt
better and it wasn’t anything serious.
Thanks for reading and bye for now.
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Thunder
Pooping with Cleaner
I note Taylor’s post and I have pooed in public toilets when the cleaner
has been present and a couple of times it has been a female . I have no
problems going number 2 if there is a female cleaner because there is a
phrase I use ” if you put your finger into the cocky’s cage you have to
expect to get it bit. “. I just conduct myself how I normally would and
that may involve grunting!!! On a different but similar subject, I have a
friend who is a female and she is n the cutting edge of her profession
and it was then almost all men . She became very use to using the men’s
toilets!
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Amanda
Car
One time i was on lunch and so i was in my car in the back parking lot.
All of a sudden i saw appear out of nowhere a woman who was walking. She
was most likely cutting across the parking lot and heading toward to bus
stop so she could get on the bus. She was probably in her late 40s or
early 50s. Simple but attractive in her own way. But then i saw that she
didn’t walk to the bus stop, she instead went over to the alley and
stopped between a building and a tree. Then she did something surprising.
She figured she had enough privacy, so she began to pull down her pants
so she could have a pee. I couldn’t believe it. I decided this was an
opportunity i couldn’t miss. I gently called out to her. I didn’t want to
embarrass her or make her uncomfortable. Of course she quickly pulled up
her pants. I said, no it’s ok. I todd her that I’ve had to do exactly
what she was going to do. That made her smile and she started to warm up
to me. Thats when i told her that if she wanted she could go ahead and
come in and pee in my car instead. She though about it for a minute and
then she said, ok. I told her that she would have a lit more privacy that
way. She smiled and said, yeah. Then she came over and i let her come in
and sit down in the back seat. I told her she could go ahead and go
whenever she was ready. She said, in the seat? and i said, yeah just go
ahead and go in the seat. She just smiled and said, ok. Then she pulled
down her pants again and she sat back down and then she was quiet for a
few seconds. Then she began to pee. I heard it in the seat and i also
heard her sigh as she relaxed. I could tell she really had to go. I
didn’t mind one bit that she was relieving herself in the back seat of my
car. She peed quite a lot too. Then when she was done she thanked me and
then she left and went to the bus stop. Soon the bus came and she got on.
I never saw her again, but I’m glad i was able to have that opportunity.
Take care!
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Lavah
another story about my friend helping me poop
Hello, all. I’ve chimed in with replies here and there recently, but it’s
been a long time since I shared a story. As I’ve said, my constipation
issues have been acting up a lot more than usual over the last couple
months. This is a story from about a month ago when I was having trouble
pooping and my friend Kelsii had to help me.
Kelsii’s pipes burst during a snowstorm so she stayed with me for a few
nights at the beginning of February. (I’ve written about Kelsii on here
before. She’s familiar with my constipation issues.) It had been about
5-6 days since I’d pooped at this point I think. On the second day of her
stay, I was getting pretty uncomfortable. There wasn’t much to do so we
spent the day watching movies in our pjs. Around lunchtime, I told Kelsii
to help herself to whatever I had in the fridge while I headed to my
bathroom to see if I could poop. I spent the next 20 minutes straining on
the toilet with my feet propped up on the bathtub but I couldn’t go. I
heard Kelsii put her dishes in the sink and then heard footsteps
approaching the bathroom. “How’s it coming, girl?” she asked. “It isn’t,”
I said as I got up and met her in the hallway. I hadn’t told Kelsii how
constipated I was, but she knows me well enough to know when I’m this
backed up. “Let’s see what we can do about that,” she said, taking my
hand and leading me to my bedroom. She had me lay on the back on my bed
while she massaged my ????. “Mmmm….. Mmmmmmmmm,” I moaned as my ????
grumbled underneath her firm palms. “Good, good,” she cooed, “I think
it’s working.” After half an hour or so, I started to feel pressure in my
rectum and suggested we move to the bathroom. We started out with me on
the toilet and her across from me on the edge of the tub. She continued
rubbing my ???? while I tried some gentle pushes. “Nnnh…. Nnnnh….
Nnh…. Nnh.” No luck. My ???? was gurgling a lot at this point which
really hurt but nothing was coming out. Kelsii had me spread my legs wide
and had me bend over a bit. She let me squeeze her hands as I kept
straining and grunting. “Nnnnh…… Nnnnh…… Nnnnh…… Nnnnnnnh.”
Still nothing. I got frustrated at this point and asked Kelsii if we
could take a break. We went back to my living room and watched another
movie. Kelsii was asleep by the end of it, so I put on another one.
Halfway through the second one, I started getting stomach cramps again. I
decided not to wake Kelsii and went to the bathroom to try on my own. I
started by squatting over the toilet with my feet on the front of the
seat. “Nnn… Nnnnnn… Nnnhhh,” I grunted quietly. I started to feel my
butthole open as a large turd began poking out. It was huge and it went
back in when I stopped pushing. I tried again with more force.
“Nnnnnnn….. Nnnnnh!…… Nnnnnnnnnnnn…… Nn.. Nnh…..
Nnnnnnnnnnnnnn!” I felt it disappear again. Every time it went back
inside me, it sent a wave of cramps through my stomach. I situated into a
normal seating position on the toilet and doubled over in pain with my
forearms pressed into my ????. I decided to call for help. “KELSII!” I
shouted. Within seconds, she was by my side. “Did you poop?” she asked.
“No, but I think I’m about to,” I replied, “It just huuurrtss!” I moaned.
“Shh, I know,” she said as she stroked my hair and sat back on the
bathtub’s edge. “I’m here, girl, I’m here,” she kept saying. She had me
spread my legs so she could see my progress. “My dear…” she said
sympathetically when she saw my situation. She instructed me to push as
she rubbed my ???? with one hand and the small of my back with the other.
“Nnnnh…. Nnnnh!… Nnnnh… Nn!” “Push HARD, Lavah,” she reminded. I
sucked in a deep breath and tried my hardest. I was grunting through
tears at this point. “NNH!… NNNNNNNNNNH!…….
NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHH!…….. NNN… NNN… NNNN…..
NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHH!…. NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHH… It’s just not
coming out!” I wailed. Kelsii reached both hands around me and spread my
buttcheeks for me while I kept straining. “NNNNNNNNNNN…..
NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN……. NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHH!……..
NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHH!!!” My stomach went crazy as
the turd started to move. I gripped my ???? and doubled over again. “OW!”
I sobbed. “It moved!” Kelsii announced! “Keep trying!” I was in agony.
Kelsii suggested I sit backwards on the toilet so she could bear hug me.
I did as I was told and bore down again with Kelsii’s forearms pressed
firmly into my ????. My grunts were more like low moans of pain at this
point. “UUUUHH!… UUUUNNNNNNH!….. UUUUUUUUUUUUHH!…. OH!…
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNH… AH!… AHH!… OH GOD..
UUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!” It was moving out slowly and
painfully. I leaned back into Kelsii. She pressed down hard on my ???? as
the poop made its way out of me. “AAAAAHHHHH!! OWWWW!!
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” The turd
landed in the bowl without a sound because it was already below the
water. I took a minute to catch my breath and stop crying. Kelsii stayed
with me and gently rubbed my ???? as I pushed out some more stubborn
turds. None were as difficult as the first though. After 40 more minutes,
I was finished. I took a nap while Kelsii cooked dinner for us. I pooped
again later that night and it took a while, but I didn’t need Kelsii’s
help this time.
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Bianca
Reply
M: I love using public bathrooms. I don’t mind having an audience in the
next stall either. Love how you described your poop session. Mom doesn’t
always flush the toilet, so I flush after her. She does this after a pee.
Although I can’t see pee in the toilet, I certainly don’t want to smell
it in their. One old rap song from the 90’s has this noise that reminds
me of a hair dryer. Sometimes, I have heard Mom blow dry her hair in the
bathroom, and the pitch of the noise in the song reminded me of what I
heard in their. I believe the song is called Flavor In Your Ear. While
listening to the song on the radio, I loved that a sound from music
reminded me of something I heard in a bathroom. Bye.
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Deb
Accident while shopping
Hi everyone, my name is Deb.
After work today, I had to stop for a few groceries. My period had
stopped a couple days ago, so I wasn’t wearing a pad, just some hipster
panties with lacing on the legs and waist as well as a pair of nice
fitting jeans. I had some cramps before I left work, but I wasn’t able to
do anything on the toilet before I left.
While I was walking through the grocery store, I suddenly had to go. I
tried keeping my butt cheeks clenched, but the pressure became too much.
A little bit came out at first, but then a few minutes later the urge to
go just got too much and I started pooping my panties. It came out with
an audible squelch and I gasped when it happened. Two more waves came out
as I was heading to the checkout. As I was walking I could feel the mess
spreading through my panties and jeans. It was very obvious that I had
just pooped my pants. I had to go a fourth time as I was loading my bags
into my car. Sitting down was particularly awful this time because of how
mushy the mess was.
I have pooped my pants many times before as I have written earlier, but
this time I went from zero to 100 in a matter of seconds. There was
nothing I could do to hold it back. This isn’t the first time I have had
this happen. Sometimes I get a sudden rush and it’s coming out with no
warning at all. Others it’s more of a build up and I’m left stranded
without a bathroom in sight.
Cleaning up sure felt good, as it always does.
Thanks for reading.
Deb.
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Taylor
To Victoria B
Fantastic story! Running or walking seems to get things moving for me
too. I’m glad I’m not the only one who enjoys a little company while
answering the call of nature.
I really like those unisex toilets where they have everything including a
sink and a drier. There are some near me that I would love to use but the
place is currently closed due to COVID. I will make sure to use them
ASAP. I know what you mean about the cheap toilet paper. I think they do
it to save money but you end up using twice as much just to get yourself
clean.
Thank you for sharing 🙂
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Taylor
Eyes watering while pooping
Hi all, just a quick question that came into my head. Jennifer told me
yesterday that when she poops her eyes water a little, does anyone else
experience this? It’s happened to me before when it has been particularly
large but she says it happens every time.
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Thursday, March 11, 2021
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Danni
To M And Everyone
I see the questions have been turned on me! I suppose I should have
answered them first before asking everybody else. How rude of me!
An introduction to me: Hi, everybody! I’m Danni 25 Female. I’m a
moderately tall curvy woman. I like reading stories about people helping
each other on the toilet. Most of my life I’ve had someone help me when I
needed it. It started as my mom, as I got older it was my big sister,
then it became my best friend, and now it’s usually my boyfriend.
I don’t remember the first time I had help. In our house it was always
normal for mom to come in the bathroom to check on my sisters or I and
dad would check on my brother. If we were having a hard time they would
help us out.
In my case help usually meant stomach rubs, hand holding, and
encouraging. Sometimes if it was a really stubborn poop we would get a
suppository. If the poop was too large and there wasn’t room for a
suppository, then it would be removed manually. Nowadays I’ve taught my
best friend and my boyfriend how to give help the same way my parents did
so they do it.
Often I’m the one who will ask for help but if I’ve been in the bathroom
for a while then my boyfriend will offer.
I only need help a couple of times each month usually. It was more then
that when I was in college but my diet is much better now.
I don’t feel embarrassed about it. I’m used to people seeing me on the
toilet. It can be a little painful sometimes especially if it has to be
removed manually. It hurts much worse to pass big hard poop on my own, so
I prefer the help.
I’ve helped my little sister before. She suffered with constipation the
most out of all of us growing up. Unlike me she would get very
embarrassed and upset about it and I would tell her stories of times
where mom helped me to make her feel better. I’ve helped my best friend a
few times too. That’s how I got her to start helping me. I also help my
boyfriend ever now and again. I enjoy helping people poop. I know how bad
it feels to sit on the toilet by yourself trying to go for a long time.
I hope more people answer this survey!
Danni xxx
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M
Reply to Bianca
Hey Bianca. It’s great to be here. I’m actually sitting on the toilet
right now taking my second big dump of the morning. I didn’t poo
yesterday so I think I had a lot backed up in me. It stinks in here! I’m
in here all alone. I enjoy people in the bathroom with me as well. Do you
like to poop in public bathrooms? I do. I actually enjoy when I’m in
there and a guy sits in the stall next to me and takes a shit. Does that
happen often with you when someone sits in the stall next to to you?
Thank you for the response Bianca I hope to see more from you.
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Victoria B.
To Taylor
Hello all!
Taylor, I loved your most recent story. Having an audience for a poop,
especially one that knows I’m pooping, is something that gives me a
*buzz* as well. Just yesterday I had a similar situation while out
running.
I was, liked I said, out running and enjoying the much warmer weather
we’ve been having when I noticed that my bowels were about to move as
well-whether I wanted them to or not! The distance between where I was at
the time and my building was longer than I would’ve been able to handle
and the thong between the two cheeks of my rear was a reminder of how
narrow the margin of error was. A full accident in a thong and leggings
made even messier by having to get home on foot would leave both of them
ruined and thrown in the dumpster!
Fortune provided me with a nearby grocery store that had public bathrooms
where I could relieve myself. I seized the opportunity and dashed the few
blocks to safety, visibly desperate and in departure need. A near face
plant as I ran into the hallway beneath the sign saying RESTROOMS was
avoided and my choice of the two unisex bathrooms on offer was made for
me because one of them was occupied. I yanked the door open, locked it
and prepared myself for the first public number two in almost a year.
Given that the reason why it had been so long was still present I
exercised caution and grabbed a seat cover from the holder that was for
some reason on the wall with the door, opposite the toilet and sink and
well out of reach for someone about to sit down. Clenched, I put the
cover on the seat and tore my turquoise leggings and black thong down to
my knees before throwing my behind onto the toilet and making myself
comfortable.
A pleasant sigh escaped while my bladder let go of a few squirts of pee
as critical mass at the back door was approached. I felt myself dome as
the first log crowned and slid its way out, landing with a nice splash.
My breath felt warm inside my mask and I inhaled for a second push. There
was another answer at the back door and as another turd crackled out
suddenly there came a knock on the door-that is, the real one! The person
in the other unisex bathroom must have been pooping as well because now a
third person needed the toilet as well!
My normal move of replying with a knock of my own when I’m using a using
a public bathroom was out of the question because the door was at the
furthest point opposite from where I was seated. I was going to have to
talk this time. “Uh, almost, um, done!” I said in the way that only
people on the toilet speak. If the person waiting didn’t already know I
was pooping by words or smell then they soon got reinforcement in the
form of three nice plops that echoed one after another in the bowl. I
like to give my audiences a nice show, what can I say? I was done and it
was time to wipe but first I should have given up and made this one a
two-flusher but social courtesy interfered: I wanted the person waiting
in the hallway to know that business was being gone about as quickly as
possible and so I right away set about unrolling some toilet paper to
wipe my front.
As I was rolling it off I noticed that the width of the paper was
unusually thin but thought nothing of it until I began wiping my vulva
and almost gave myself a paper cut-this stuff was awful! Resigning myself
to the amount of paperwork waiting for me on the back end I strategized.
Because it was so narrow I decided to split the job into three: hole with
one handful of paper, one cheek with the next and then other cheek. The
feeling of self-consciousness was undeniable as the person waiting was
subjected to the sounds of buns being wiped and they were taking a lot of
work too! It was at least five or six rounds of wiping before I felt
clean enough to stand up and get dressed again.
Disappointment struck again when I looked at the bowl and my heart sank.
No plunger + two big logs + three medium-sized pieces + a ton of toilet
paper was a good recipe for a clog and when the flush did indeed prove
insufficient to clear the bowl I smiled ruefully beneath my mask. Having
someone know I was pooping was fine. It made the terrible wipe job more
bearable. But having to tell that same person that I plugged up the pot?
That was a prospect that had my on the edge of tears as I splayed my
hands out beneath the automatic dispenser for soap. “You’re grown, you
accept your body, you hurried to help someone in need, you would have
plunged and you care too much to provide the public with toilet paper
like that” I thought while carefully washing and drying my hands. It was
the moment of truth. Time to face the clogsequences.
I opened the door…to an empty hallway! The other bathroom must’ve been
vacated and then reoccupied in the time between wiping and washing my
hands! I could escape culpability for the clogged toilet and I did,
leaving the store almost as fast as I had entered!
Love to all,
Victoria!
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Bianca
To M
M: I’ve not seen you here before. Welcome! I love your story about you
helping another guy with diarrhea. That’s amazing he went for 30 minutes.
When I have diarrhea, it only takes me about a few minutes to go. I may
not get my whole bowel cleared, but go in quick short sessions. I don’t
mind people in the bathroom with diarrhea/mushy poop, neither does it
bother me being alone. Once during an online burping contest between the
father and son, they did silent farts. One of them mentioned it during
the video. Eventually with all the burping and farting, the father said
“You don’t want to smell what’s going on in this room right now”. The son
said, “Our farts and our burps”. I love imagining at night taking a 2 and
a half minute walk through a forest when listening to my tropical melody,
but during the day I hear some pretty gross stuff. For those of you who
didn’t read the post, M was responding to a survey from Danni. She’s a
new poster. Anyway, my poop report today was mushy sessions with one
solid in between. Other than that, it still felt great. My farts from
last night smelled of onions kind of. I remember years ago my poop
smelled of onions. That’s all for now, bye.
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Deb
Replies to Josie, Debbie and Shannon
Hello! My name is Deb. I just wanted to reply to some posts…
Josie:
Hello! Yes, I do tend to get diarrhea with my period. It usually happens
before my period actually starts and sometimes continues for the first
few days of my period. It can be really bad at times and as I have
written in the past, I have had many accidents. It all started on the day
I got my first period when I was 12 years old at school. I had diarrhea
during lunch and pooped my pants really badly. I then got my first period
and bled through my pants. My mom had to come to school to pick me up. I
wrote about that here quite a while ago.
Otherwise I have had accidents in pretty much every place and situation
that you could imagine.
Debbie:
When I read your story about having diarrhea on our maxi pad, I could
totally relate. That has happened to me so many times that I’ve lost
count! What type of pad where you wearing when you had your accident?
What type of pads do you usually wear and how heavy do your periods get?
Do you normally have diarrhea with your period? I always try to carry
spare panties with me for such a situation.
Shannon:
My dear Toiletstool friend… Of course I can totally relate to your
story of when you pooped your pants at work. I’m so sorry that happened
to you. It always sucks no matter when it happens or who is around when
you have had an accident.
As for me, I have my period yet again and as usual, it’s really heavy. I
bled through my pants at work today and didn’t realize it at first. It
was my friend Tracey who noticed my leak while we were in the kitchen
talking. I could feel that I was gushing and needed to change my pad, but
I was too late. I didn’t have any extra pants to change into either so I
had to tie my sweater around my waist for the day.
That’s all for now. Thanks for reading!
Deb
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Tuesday, March 09, 2021
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Shannon
i guess now i’m a bedwetter too :/
I’m still blushing as i type this…it’s like 11:30 in the morning on
sunday, and i just got back to my apartment. i spent the night at alexis’
last night….and i wet the bed. i’ve been so worried about not pooping
my pants around her but now i’ve wet the bed with her twice… it’s hard
to pass that off as an isolated occurrence. she certainly thinks that
bedwetting is just a thing i do in addition to my bowel problems…and
now i’m worried that it is.
I feel sooo bad. Obviously she wasn’t prepared for her adult girlfriend
to pee in her bed so it’s not like her mattress was protected or
anything. I feel so guilty. But this is really starting to concern me! I
feel like i have it bad enough already but now i’m starting to bed wet?
This is the third time now that it’s happened recently and i don’t know
what to do.
Everything seemed fine last night. I didn’t drink or anything so i was
sober, and I don’t remember needing to pee when i went to sleep. I just
woke up this morning around 7:30 and as soon as i moved i knew that i had
peed in my underwear. they were all cold and soggy and so were the
sheets. i sat up in shock and i just cringed as i looked over at alexis,
and I realized i was going to have to tell her that I wet HER bed. It was
sooo of frickin embarrassing… I shook her awake and I mumbled to her
that i had an accident and that i was sorry. she wasn’t sure what i was
saying at first and she sat up. then she saw my wet underwear and the wet
sheets… she sighed and said “oh no, baaaabe….” I couldn’t tell if she
was mad at me or if she felt bad, and i was super on edge.
Anyway, she didn’t say a lot, she just quietly stripped the bed and
brought the sheets to the laundry room while i took a shower and put dry
clothes on. i was too embarrassed to give her my wet underwear so i just
took them home in a plastic bag to wash myself. it felt so awkward the
whole time i was there… finally i told her i wasnt’ feeling good and
wanted to go home, and she didn’t really protest at all and she let me go
home. still have no idea if she’s mad or not.
Has anyone here ever wet someone else’s bed before? it’s like doubly
embarrassing.
xoxo
Shannon
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