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Kristi
Replies to Cammie and Tom W.
Cammie: I didn’t even see your story when I posted my latest time in the
bathtub. Maybe reading it would have given me courage to poop in the tub!
In response to Tom W.:
1) How often do you pee?
On average, probably 7-8 times a day. Usually about every 3-4 hours, but
usually not during the night.
2) Do you pee when you first need to go or hold it until you are
desperate?
Mmm. Depends. I enjoy feeling a little desperate and then being able to
let it go. However, sometimes I’m more practical and just pee when I can.
3) How long are you normally peeing for (in seconds)?
Longer than the average gal. Probably 30 seconds. I have defeated my
husband in a literal pissing contest twice.
4) Does your pee tinkle, hiss or gush?
Depends on how badly I had to go and how I’m sitting. If I didn’t have to
go that badly, it’s a gentle tinkle. If I was bursting, it’s a hard
stream. Also if I’m leaning back against the toilet (as I do when
pooping) it changes the noise a bit.
5) Do you ever leak in your pants if you are desperate to pee?
Rarely. I have pretty strong control. But I’ve been known to drip a
little from time to time. I do kegel exercises (peeing, then stopping,
then peeing, then stopping, etc.) a lot when I pee.
6) What’s the most desperate you have ever been to pee? Did you make it
to the toilet?
The most desperate I’ve been as an adult was a couple years ago. I was
driving and was stuck in traffic. I was literally parked on the
interstate for an hour. I knew I wasn’t going to make it to a bathroom so
I just let go. Drenched my jeans. Didn’t care. Fortunately I made it home
in time to poop!
Love,
Kristi
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Keci
Laptop crapping?
I was 16, in 10th grade, and had gotten my driving license only two days
earlier. It was in March, there were a lot of potholes in our streets,
and I hit one of the holes head on at about 30 MPH on my way to school. I
never saw it because it was still half dark out. The surprise and jolt
was like a hit in the gut. I was about five minutes away from school, and
I knew my first opportunity to crap.
I guess I was different from many of my friends. I crapped at school
three or four days a week. This morning it was going to be a little
earlier than usual. I parked, hurried into the school, took the only
toilet with a privacy door that was open, dropped my jeans and underwear
and slid onto the seat. I leaned forward, grabbed my laptop from my bag,
and turned it on. I had been pressed for time at 2 a.m. that morning
before I went to bed and I hadn’t edited my social studies paper. My crap
came without much effort in one large log. I was on the second page of a
three page paper which was probably going to be a five minute read
through. I looked up and on the inside of the door there was a sign “No
use of technology while in the restroom!”
It made me angry. I was already having a bad day. I had only gotten in
three hours of sleep. I thought What the F***! I’m an honor student and
the school is trying to regulate my craps. And pees. My mind was getting
evil. I thought about what might be coming next. Then I grabbed for the
toilet paper. There was none. I was in a bad mood throughout that morning.
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Mina Kazuko Hisae Maho
correction of post to Robyn
Dear Robyn,
We read our post, we are worry that some things you don’t understand
because Mina’s Bad English.
(Chae, Maholin, Kazu, don’t pinch my bottom!!!)
In all sentence, except sentence which begins with “Mina…”, “she” is
“Victoria”.
And when stupid Mina wrote, “look at her warm eyes”, it is “look at her
WITH warm eyes”.
And in second post, we write “Doctor know best” but second opinion is
also good thing, perhaps.
We are worry so much, so three of us are doing a huge diarrhoea every
day, and Maho is constipate. But it’s OK. We love you, so diarrhoea and
constipate is no problem. After huge diarrhoea, our stomach feel OK.
(Even we have diarrhoea, we are eating like tyrannosaurus!! Worry make us
eat too much.) And Hisae said that it is her pleasure to massage Maho for
30 minutes until Maho’s motions come out.
We are hoping and praying for you both, sweet Victoria and sweet Robyn.
(Maho is Catholic, so she pray Catholic prayers with rosary. Many Ave
Maria. Even in loo, she pray.)
Love to everyone.
Hisae Maho Kazuko Mina
(Writer is Mina. Crushes are busy to pinch Mina in favourite place.)
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Thunder
Public Bidet
Dear Readers
I mentioned a couple of weeks ago that the public toilets that I use
daily (not week ends) has something wrong with the plumbing in the
cistern and it is continually running. This involves the middle cubicle
which is my toilet.
What is so nice is that is continually (the stream of water) seems to be
aimed directly on my hole and it is such a pleasant feeling. I sit there
..check my emails and news feeds and then relax and evacuate my bowels
and drain my bladder. At the end I have to give my bottom a good wipe as
it is wet.
I wonder when the toilet will be fixed but I suppose with Covid it is not
deemed essential.
As to attendees there have been no constipated men of late but yesterday
there were two ladies…one took a pee but did not close the door…I
would have heard it and she kept talking to her friend as she peed. She
could have looked at the beautiful scenery!
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Elphaba
I was shopping in my town’s mall the other day and discovered that a new
bathroom had been constructed. I wanted to see what it was like so
carried on looking in shops until I needed a wee and then doubled back.
Arriving at the women’s room there was a queue four deep (the queue
looked even bigger as we were all social distancing). The turnover was
slow in the four cubicles so it took ten minutes for me to get to the
front of the queue. I heard the woman behind me say to her friend that
she was desperate for a pee, so, as I my needed wasn’t pressing, I
offered her my place in the line. Luckily just after she had thanked me
the last cubical opened and she dashed in. Seconds afterwards the first
cubical was vacated by a teen girl and I took her place. I was surprised
to see that the loo was one of the water saving ones where instead of
lots of water in the bowl there’s only a little bit and it flushes by
pressure sucking away the contents. After putting down my bag I opened
the lid (it having to be closed for the flush to work), then I lifted up
my dress and pulled down my panties before sitting on the white seat. It
only took a second for my stream to start and, even though I didn’t think
I needed to go that much, it went on for about thirty seconds. I was
about to wipe when I felt that I could poo and I started to push. As I
was doing so, I heard the woman in the cubical next-door fart and then a
small plop. Ten seconds after this my own poo dropped into the loo with a
plunk. I felt I was done so I wiped sitting down and the standing up I
closed the lid and pushed the flush button. After getting redressed and
picking up my bag, I unlocked the door and went to the marble-look basin
to wash my hands. I was hoping to see what the woman from the next-door
cubicle looked like but unfortunately, she hadn’t come out by the time I
finished drying my hands. As I was leaving, I noted that there wasn’t a
queue! Just my luck!
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Saturday, September 04, 2021
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Evan C.
Having To share an outhouse with my aunt for weeks.
Hello I have posted here few times before. I can’t remember my original
name so here is a new one (fake one). I’m quite interested in toilet
habits, especially of opposite sex.
This story happened about 10 years ago when i lived few weeks with my
aunt In her summer cottage. I was just a 16 years old boy and summerwork
near by. My aunts cottage, there wasn’t indoor plumbing so we used an
outhouse to poop. We commonly peed In the bushes so outhouse wouldn’t
smell too bad. It was clean and pretty one-seater near cottage. Great
seat and bright. There was also some books and ashtray for my aunt to
use. My aunt was In her late 30s. Friendly brunette with curvy body.
During summer, we encountered a problem related to our bowel movements.
They were quite similar. Every morning we had a breakfast and soon after
we both needed to go #2. I usually went after my aunt as a shy teenager I
didn’t want to be a bother. The problem was that she took a long time.
She usually had a cigarette in there. And I was in agony. Also I had to
go to work. Allthought I enjoyed to see her fresh creations In the pit
below. Chilly mornings i could swear i noticed steam coming out of her
big solid turd which was quite interesting sight.
Anyways, it took a few days before I dared To ask her to hurry up. She
apologized and after that took a shorter dumps, but she must have been
agitated. No one wants to be hurried up during their special moment on
the throne.
One sunday morning I didn’t have to go to work. I went to do my business
before her. I didn’t lock the door. I might have done that on purpose, I
get a buzz being caught on toilet by a female. I was reading a magazine
and had a wondeful poop. It took a few minutes when I heard sound of
footsteps approaching. She opened a door and saw sitting there. I had my
pants about knee level. I was leaning foward reading magazine. My aunt
said sorry and left door slightly ajar. “Just a few more minutes” I
answered. Then she started chatting to me like nothing. This somewhat
exited me that we were so open about toilet habits. Soon she started
breathing more heavily and finally asked me to hurry up. I was prertty
much done but decided to wait a little longer before wiping. Then she
started walking back and forth telling me to hurry up. She even let some
prepoop farts while waiting. Soon after I wiped my bottom I opened the
door, she rushed in. I heard her pull her pants and sit down, then some
airy fart and moan. No cracle, so I assumed it was solid poop as usual.
“Now you know how do I feel”. She replied me with a small relieved laugh.
Then to last story. Even thought we had our “bowel issues”. Me and my
aunt were prertty good friends. As a repayment to my visit, I
participated to housework and did some repairs. One of these tasks was to
empty outhouse. This was nearly at the end of my visit. The pit under the
seat was almost full you-know-what. When she suggested this task for the
day, I was exited but pretended to be too grossed out for this task. “Im
not going to do it all by my self, there is your stuff aswell”, she said.
And I “reluctantly” accepted job. Aunt got wheelbarrow and showels for
us. We went behind the outhouse and opened the “backdoor”. There was a
cute hill of toilet paper and poop underneath. All very visible in the
daylight. There was all kind of turds and some vague mushy, almost
composted old manure. There was hard and knobby turds alongside thinner
and smoother ones. Some were lighter brown, some very dark. All of the
were our producements. As we were showeling, suddenly aunt took one well
preserved and massive turd and said “Wow, I wonder which of us made this.
I laughed and said “I can’t tell, could be either one of us”. This
outhouse chore was smelly but nice memory of mine. It was kinda intimate
moment with my aunt. To be able to see and showel our poops together.
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Tom W
Replies
To Cammie: You were very brave to pee through your leggings like that.
Did your pee not go on the floor at all? It must have been obvious you
peed in your pants when you got up after the exam. Did your classmates
not notice? Your hissing must have been very loud in a silient room. The
relief must have been fantastic if you were very desperate.
To Hollyrae: You beat yourself up over having a tiny bladder but I
actually think your bladder is fine. There’s nothing wrong with peeing
every couple of hours if you are drinking a lot of water and a 30 to 45
second pee is actually quite long. I rarely pee for anything close to
that and I’m in my 20’s but I know my bladder is tiny! Perhaps your Mum
just has a capacity that is larger than most? Do your friends drink as
much water as you? Perhaps they don’t so can wait longer because their
bladder fills more slowly. If you can measure your pee with a full
bladder, do it and see how many ml your pee is. If it’s about 400 to
500ml your bladder is exactly what is expected :)11
It seems to be quite normal to start peeing with a trickle and then
peeing with more force, sometimes hissing like Cammie mentioned as it
comes out.
I’m sorry to hear your leak sometimes. Do you only leak if you’re
bursting to go or do you leak more often and is it only a small amount or
is it quite a bit that comes out? Did your Dad know you were very
desperate to go? He should have let you jump out and go if he did.
How did you pee in a bottle? That must be difficult for a girl!q1qqqqq
To Emily E: No problem 🙂 Thanks for your reply as well. Was Lauren
desperate in a traffic jam or something once and that’s where it started?
It would be a random thing for her to start otherwise! You must have been
bursting to go to make such a huge puddle. You would have had to pull
your pants up outside the car or the puddle would have wet them! I’m
suprised it didn’t make you embarrassed at that age.
To Celine: Wow, your bladder is huge! How are you able to hold so much?
You must have all been bursting on your camping trip to all pee together
like that. At least you all knew how to squat and pee outside!
To James: It was very bad of the teachers not to get the bus driver to
stop when so many kids needed a poo badly with the runs. Was everyone too
embarrassed to admit they were about to poo themselves so the teachers
thought everyone could wait?
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Jasmin
Urgent public poop
Hi I am new here but I like the stories I have one of my own. I am I
female about 5 6 a little on the plus side but anyway I had a very
extreme emergency the other morning and I hate going number 2 in public
bathrooms but I had to. I was on my way to work ( about a 45 min commute)
traffic was a bit much but half way there I felt my stomach cramp up and
I was like oh no please I need to get to my office so I kept o. Going
well about 5 minutes later it became urgent like I was clinching my butt
cheeks together I finally gave in stopped at a decent looking gas
station. I park walk briskly inside towards the bathrooms in the back I
get there and there are 3 stalls 2 of them taken and I smell at least one
of them was pooping I walk in the 3rd stall and on the toilet is a out of
order sign I lift the lid and sure enough filled with cray I grimised
waited a few minutes ends up they were both pooping I could hear the
plops and diarrhea from the other stall. I walk out glance around and saw
nobody I peeked in the men’s rooms desperately needing a toilet but the
men’s had only one stall and my luck a dude was taking a shit. I walked
back to the ladies and asked if they were close to being done both said
no I said ok well the other stall is out of order but I am about to mess
myself they said go ahead it already has shit in it and I didn’t think
twice I rush in remove the sign get my big ass on the seat I apologized
to the others cause I was about to blow it up they laughed and I dropped
a massive pile of soft loud noisy poo I was so embraced but I was about
to shit myself I had no choice . One lady finished and the one which left
us 2 with upset stomachs still pooping. A couple ladies come and go when
the door guys open I heard heels clicking fast she got in there and now
all 3 stalls had women with the runs . I finish finally wash my hands and
left a toilet full . I made it to work before I had to go again. Good
grief my ???? was hurting
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Jasmin
2nd story involving my bf
Hi it’s Jasmin again I have another story that happened to my bf a while
ago. He has serious stomach issues like probably has its he shits all the
time like 4 times a day and when he has to go he needs a toilet quick. We
were on the way to my mom’s house and I tell him we need to stop and get
gas he said good his stomach was upset. So I pull into a small station I
pump gas while he goes inside I finish getting gas pull into a parking
spot and wait . We’ll 10 minutes later he comes out all red in the face I
asked high if he was OK she said yes, he told me he was on the toilet a
single unisex toilet he was having diarrhea when the door opened on him
and the clerk was standing there he told me she said omg I am so sorry I
didn’t know somebody was in here. He said it smelled bad and was very
noisy she heard it all I would of been mortified. When he left he got a
pack of smokes and the clerk again apologized and told him yea the lock
really doesn’t work I have been walked in on doing a number 2 as well. He
just laughed it off. When we finally got to my mom’s I had to go so I
went to the only bathroom and was in a few minutes when he knocked on the
door and asked how long I would be I told him a few minutes he replied my
stomach is upset I can’t wait that long so I finish up walk say all yours
he closed the door and I swear it sounded like a volcano erupting my mom
laughed she knows about his issues, I think it brings us closer
beingnooen about our embracing issues.
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Cammie
Peeing and Pooping in the Bath
Marie: I’ve pooped in my chair in private but never in public because I’m
afraid it would make a scene. I think I’ll just have to stick to peeing.
Audrey: I like any and all posts about peeing and pooping in unusual
places.
On to my story:
The only thing that might be as relaxing as peeing or pooping is a nice
warm bath, which is where I got my idea of the perfect relaxation
experience-peeing and pooping in the bathtub. To try this, I held back my
poop for 3 days and took a B vitamin pill the night before to make my pee
nice and yellow. The next morning, I woke up after my roommate had left
for class, so I had the apartment all to myself. When I got out of bed, I
immediately noticed those familiar full tingly sensations in my vagina
and butt, so I went straight to the bathroom, stripped off my PJs
(oversized t-shirt and panties), and started my bath. As the tub was
filling, a few drops of pee slipped out and landed on the white towel
below. The drops were so yellow it looked like someone had spilled yellow
highlighter ink! After the tub was filled, I sat down and enjoyed the
sensations. Then, I let out a deep audible sigh and relaxed my bladder as
my vagina released a jet of bright yellow pee into the water. It looked
like neon yellow smoke was billowing from my girly parts. I boosted my
pelvis out of the water, and my stream shot a few feet into the air! I
sat back down as my jet slowly came to a stop, but not before dyeing my
bath water bright yellow. Then, a big, bubbly fart came out as my poop
started getting ready to come out of my butt. I gave a push as I felt my
hole start expanding. A steady stream of bubbles came out as my butthole
continued to open, and the tip of my turd started to emerge. I looked
down and watched as my huge turd continued to slowly slide out. After
about 2 feet, it finally broke off, but I felt like there was still more
inside me. I pushed again, and a soft turd quickly slid out. I finally
felt like I was done. I stood up and looked at the twin brown snakes I
had just given birth to. The first one was about two feet long and two
inches wide, and the second one was about 10 inches long and an inch
wide. I cleaned the bathtub and took a shower.
Does anyone else like to pee and poop underwater-either in the bathtub,
swimming pool, lake, or ocean?
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Celine
I haven’t posted here in so long, wow. Almost a year. I’ll start off with
Tom W’s survey.
1) How often do you pee?
Generally three to four times a day. I almost always need to pee after
waking up, and it’s always a long one.
2) Do you pee when you first need to go or hold it until you are
desperate?
I hold it until my bladder is starting to throb. My bladder is pretty
strong and has a considerable capacity (I’ve managed to piss close to a
liter and a half before), so I like to completely void myself so I don’t
need to go again for awhile.
3) How long are you normally peeing for (in seconds)?
Anywhere from 20 t0 40 seconds.
4) Does your pee tinkle, hiss or gush?
It depends on how bad I have to go. If I’m at my absolute limit, I gush.
5) Do you ever leak in your pants if you are desperate to pee?
I do, at times. Especially at the gym. I drink a lot of water so when I
get done on one machine, I usually need to go and piss.
6) What’s the most desperate you have ever been to pee? Did you make it
to the toilet?
When I was 15, I went on a camping trip with my friends and my parents
and sister. By the time we got to the campground, me, my sister, my mom,
and most of the other girls were bursting. We all ran into the woods and
squatted next to each other and let it rip. The ground was quite muddy
after.
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Emma two
Busting to go while the bathroom was occupied
It’s Bank Holiday Monday today, Yay! And I was busting for a poo after
breakfast this morning. I got up from the table to go to the toilet when
Sarah asked me if I was having a poo because she was desperate for a wee.
I said I was busting for a poo but I could wait and she went into the
bathroom to have her wee. She really was desperate because I heard it
pour into the water at full force for two minutes non stop and I can
imagine what a relief it must have been for her. The only problem was I
was getting desperate and waiting for her to wipe and wash her hands felt
like an eternity and by the time Sarah got out of the bathroom I was
close to pooing my knickers. I rushed past Sarah and just about made it
to the toilet and pulled my pyjama shorts and knickers down before it was
too late. I threw myself onto the toilet and relaxed without having to
push. My poo was soft so it came out quickly and it was such a relief
especially after I emptied my full bladder as well. I wiped my bottom and
flushed the toilet before washing my hands and afterwards I took a nice
shower and got dressed.
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Emily E
To Tom W
Thank you for replying to my post!
Yes it was rather surprising that Lauren’s mom let us do that, and also
it was amazing that she had let Lauren do it several times before that,
which was why Lauren had gotten the idea and told me about it. I believe
we were both 11 at the time, possibly 12, so for us it was definitely a
fun thing to do. We did sit on the seat and use it like it was a toilet,
or maybe more like two toilets side by side. We both had our pants pulled
down, so no we didn’t pee through our clothes, I knew my mom wouldn’t be
too happy if I came home like that. I did really like peeing right into
that seat though, I was amazed at how it made such a huge puddle before
it absorbed its way into the seat.
Again, thank you for appreciating my post!
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Kazuko Maho Hisae Mina
Dear Robyn
We feel so sad for you and Victoria. Mina crying long time.
We think she has something she doesn’t want to tell. We are not doctor so
we are hard to give advice, but Mina has experience of depression. Mina
say, when she is depressed, she doesn’t like too many hard questions.
So we advice: don’t ask to her too many questions. You have to be
patient; one day she will tell you what she is wrong. Look at her warm
eyes, and spoil her a bit. Give her what she wants, and don’t say too
many words. Silence is golden, maybe.
If she want to do wee or motion alone, we think better you let her do.
Same for bath or shower. Perhaps you don’t need to close door when you
are on loo or in bathtub. But if she shout, “Close door!!” then close
quietly. Don’t angry.
If she start to cry, sit near her, but don’t touch. Look at her warm
eyes, and let her cry. Cry is good for a health. Better you don’t talk.
Perhaps other people will advice you; their advice is more better than
our advice maybe. But you can be judge.
Love and many hug and kiss. to both you.
Maho Mina Hisae Kazuko
P.S. What is “meds”?
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Robyn
Sad Victoria
Hey everybody it’s Robyn!
Last Wednesday Victoria had a routine appointment with her gastro and
since then she’s been different. All she’ll say about it is that there
were no changes but she hasn’t been acting or feeling like herself since.
She’s not eating as much, won’t let me into the bathroom with her or give
a massage for her stomach pain and has started wearing more to bed than
her normal oversized t-shirt and pair of panties. I’m starting to suspect
that she might be skipping her meds and her BMs and I don’t know what to
say or do to help her feel better.
Can anybody help me here? We need to get our girl back!
Hugs and kisses!
Robyn
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James
The other time my friend and I messed at the same time
Following on from my last post, I thought I’d write about the one other
time that my friend and I had an accident at the same time. This was when
we were eleven, and on a residential school trip that was partly
educational and partly a treat to mark the end of our time in primary
school. We went away for four nights, to a youth hostel that the school
had booked out completely so there was no-one else staying. We got to
sleep in dormitories, and of course most people stayed up half the night
chatting and eating sweets. The trip went brilliantly – nothing much to
report about my bowels other than that the change in routine had made me
a little constipated for the first few days. The catering wasn’t great
and certainly didn’t include many vegetables. On the morning of the last
day I needed to go straight after breakfast, so I went to the bathroom
and did a somewhat hard nugget of poo, followed by a small log that went
from firm to mushy as it came out, so I thought I was probably back to my
usual routine.
The plan for the last day was for us to leave as soon as we could get
packed, and our coach was going to take us to a well-known theme park on
our way home. We’d then get home in the early evening. My friend’s
parents had gone away for a few days during the trip (he was an only
child, so no doubt they wanted to have some couple time), but the only
flights they could get home were going to mean them arriving a couple of
hours after the coach got back, so my parents had agreed that the two of
us would walk back to my house and then his parents would pick him up
late in the evening. In packing to leave, we were meant to have a day bag
to take with us on our trip for the day, with a drink, packed lunch and
waterproof coat, and a larger bag for all our clothes that would stay on
the coach. I was not the most tidy kid in the class, and so I’d stuffed
some of my dirty clothes in the day bag along with a book to read on the
coach.
We arrived at the theme park, and were told to get into pairs and not get
separated from our partner. Obviously, me and my friend buddied up. We’d
already planned the route we were going to take and which rides we were
going to go on – because we were in term-time, the theme park was fairly
quiet.
Everything was going fine until just after lunch. As we were riding the
cable car to get across part of the park, I started to feel the urge to
fart, and it was building up quickly. I lifted one buttock off the seat
to sneak out the gas, but a small blob of mildly runny poo (mid-way
between mush and runny) followed before I could clamp down and stop it. I
felt a bit sticky down there, but it was only a tiny bit and it was
mostly stuck between my bum cheeks. After a minute or two the pressure
eased off. My friend thought I’d just farted and grinned, and I’m sure I
had gone bright red. Because the pressure had passed, I didn’t ask him if
we could take a detour to the toilets – I knew we’d pass some just after
the next ride, and I assumed the pressure had been the gas.
We joined the queue for one of the park’s feature rides – it was only a
fifteen minute wait, which was much better than usual. Whilst we were in
the queue, I had another wave of gassy pressure, and mostly kept control,
but another tiny blob of soft poo escaped right at the peak. The pressure
didn’t ease off all the way this time, and I was starting to regret not
going before we lined up, but I wasn’t too worried yet. Just then, my
friend did quite a loud fart, and gave me a look to show he was joking
around before doing another one. I think he was hoping I would try and
out-do him, but there was no way I was going to risk it as I was sure I
was holding back a soft poo now. He giggled and did another one, which
sounded quite wet, and then the adult couple in front of us turned around
and gave him a very cross look. He stopped and went very red, and there
was no more farting. When the adults had climbed onto the ride car ahead
of us, my friend whispered to me “I’ve got a bit of an emergency – that
last fart wasn’t all gas, and now I’ve got some poo in my pants and it
feels like more is trying to come out!”. This was why he’d looked so
embarrassed! I said “Look, I’m getting desperate too, let’s go straight
to the loo after this”. My friend was now looking a bit pale and he said
“I think something we ate yesterday didn’t agree with me, I don’t feel
that good”. Just at that moment, our carriage came round and on we got. I
was feeling scared – not just about my own poo, but because of what my
friend had said. As I’ve mentioned before, I was terrified of either
being sick or even having other people be sick near me, and the idea of
being near a friend who might be about to be sick meant I was close to
panic, even though my instinct was to support him.
The ride was a fairly laid back ghost house – not really scary, and
fortunately for my friend, not full of twists and turns – more a showcase
for special effects. We disappeared round the corner into the dark, and I
heard a bubbling “blop-blop-blop” kind of fart from beside me. I looked
to my side and saw that my friend was quietly crying – he said “It’s
runny and I still need to go, but the more I hold it in the worse I
feel”. I said “Look, it’s OK, just let it out if you’ll feel better –
I’ve already done a bit in my pants too so it’s not just you”. In fact,
even as I said that a bit more was coming out in my own pants as my high
anxiety level was making it harder to hold on. My friend was sat staring
straight ahead, white as a sheet, clenching and unclenching his fists and
swallowing hard a few times. I was really scared he was about to be sick,
and the fear and increasing pressure in my own bottom finally beat me and
involuntarily I let go, with some very wet farts and a torrent of poo
that was definitely runnier than my usual accidents. I could feel it
going up both the front and back of my pants, and at the back it felt
like it was close to the waistband. My friend looked at me and said “Was
that..?” and I nodded, and he gave a look of anxious relief and visibly
relaxed a bit. I immediately heard more bubbling noises from him as he
let everything out, and this time it went on for longer. The ride
continued as I asked him quietly “How do you feel now?” and he said “Not
sick anymore – look, did you just go in your pants so I would feel better
about doing it myself?”. I admitted “No, it was an accident, I think my
???? is upset too”. The smell from both of us wasn’t strong but it
definitely had the sharp note of mild diarrhoea rather than the earthier
smell of my usual healthy mushy poos. He said “So what do we do when the
ride finishes? I don’t think I’ve ever had an accident like this and
we’ve still got to get the coach home”. I said “Look, let me tell you a
secret – I’ve had a few more accidents like this since that time round at
my house, I’m sure we can figure something out” – he gave me a look and
said “Yeah, there were two times when I thought you had but didn’t want
to ask” – this time I went very red. He added “Don’t worry, I won’t tell
anyone – it’s happened to me as well, but never like this”.
We got off the ride and immediately headed for the toilets, which were
fortunately just round the corner and deserted. Both of us were wearing
black trousers, so if anything was soaking through it didn’t show. As we
headed for the cubicles my friend went “Oh no oh no oh no” and let out
another underwater-sounding fart as more poo came out. He looked round
and said “I really don’t think yesterday’s tea was cooked right”. I could
see a very slight bulge in the back of his trousers, but it wouldn’t have
been obvious to anyone who didn’t already know that he’d got a lot of poo
back there. We took neighbouring cubicles and started the clean-up. I
managed to do a little bit more poo into the toilet – soft,
orangey-yellow blobs that floated on the surface. After a while I had
cleaned up as best I could, but my underwear was ruined – thickly coated
in poo everywhere and stained through – and my trousers, whilst unsoiled,
were a little damp in the seat and definitely smelled slightly pooey. I
called across to my friend “How are you getting on?” – he replied “I’ve
wiped all the poo off my bum but I don’t know what to do about my pants –
we could go commando but what if we need to go again later?”. Of course
he really meant “What if we can’t hold it in later?”. I had an idea –
because my day bag had my old clothes in it, I had a couple of pairs of
pants that I’d been wearing earlier in the week, and they were still
pretty clean. My friend had kept the large plastic bag his sandwiches had
been wrapped in. He put his pants in the bag and passed it under the
cubicle partition, so I could put mine in. His poo looked similar to mine
but a bit runnier and yellower – I asked him “Are your trousers OK?” and
he replied “Mostly – a bit of the last round of poo came out around my
legs as we got into the loos but I’ve wiped them clean and I think no-one
will see”. I passed back one of my spare pairs of pants and put the other
on myself. Shortly after, we were back on our way, with our pants bagged
and left in the rubbish bin under a few layers of paper towels.
We did manage to enjoy the rest of the afternoon – I think we both had a
little bit of a stomach ache by this point but my friend wasn’t feeling
sick and we kept an eye on where the nearest toilets were. When it was
time to meet up at the entrance to get back on the coach, we made a point
of going to the loo first and sitting down even though we were mainly
there to wee – my friend managed a few tiny plops and I couldn’t do any
more poo at that point. As we got onto the coach, there was an obvious
poo smell hanging in the air that wasn’t coming from us – another boy
whispered to us that two girls in the class had had poo accidents on one
of the rides. They were sat next to each other close to where the
teachers sat and were both crying. No-one else had sat anywhere near them
and whilst there was no name-calling going they must have known everyone
knew what had happened. My friend and I both realised at the same time
that this was our best chance of our own smelly trousers not being
detected, and in any case we wanted to show we supported them, so we sat
across the aisle from them, for which we got a shy smile of thanks from
one of the pair.
Wearing my old pants turned out to be a good idea though – about half-way
home I started to need to go again, and it quickly turned into
desperation. I could see my friend was in the same state as he’d gone
quiet and a bit pale again. This time, it was him that let go first – he
told me after it happened, but I’d heard some very quiet and wet noises,
and noticed the smell getting stronger, which meant I’d already guessed –
and me that followed him. Fortunately there was no loud farting to give
us away – in my case, just sloppy yellowish poo with no wind at all. It
came out in an initial rush, then continued as a steady flow for a little
while before it finished. One of the other girls in our class, further
back in the coach, came forward holding her ???? to ask the teachers if
we could stop for a rest break, but we were running behind schedule and
they apologised and said no. Shortly after, one of the boys did the same
thing, with the same response.
During the rest of the drive, my friend and I swapped stories about a few
of our accidents, and agreed that we’d always look out for each other if
the same thing ever happened again – we came up with ideas about things
like one of us distracting other kids, fetching help or lending spare
clothes to the other (not that we ever actually in a situation again
together where we needed to do this, as it turned out). We got home, and
walked back to my house as planned – it was only a few minutes away, but
somehow I still managed to end up dirtying my pants again on the way. I’m
not sure if my friend did – I heard some more noises but it could just
have been him farting through the wet poo already down there. I gave my
parents a hug and then said “Can’t stop; busting for the loo!” and headed
upstairs with my friend in tow. I let him use the bathroom first whilst I
lay low in my bedroom, and then we swapped (we were old enough by that
point to be far too embarrassed to be in the bathroom at the same time).
By the time we were both done in there, there was no hot water left and
his parents had arrived to collect him. I thought we’d got away with it,
but after my friend had left my parents asked about my trousers, as the
smell was more obvious than I thought. I admitted that I’d been feeling
quite poorly with mild diarrhoea and hadn’t quite managed the coach ride
and walk home – they weren’t cross – in fact they were more worried that
my friend might have noticed and that he would shun me!
At the end of the following week, a letter was sent home to everyone from
school apologising that some of the class had been made ill by the food
on the trip. The class rumour mill had it that almost twenty kids (out of
thirty) had at least a bit of diarrhoea, and there were several accidents
– including both the kids who’d asked the coach to stop, and a couple of
others who unfortunately had quite watery poo in the coach that they
couldn’t hide. We’d been lucky to be sitting at the front where we could
get off straight away, so we hadn’t been spotted but also hadn’t seen the
drama at the back of the coach. In fact, because so many people had been
ill, the kids whose accidents had been more visible really didn’t get
teased at all – if anything they got a mix of sympathy and camaraderie,
as it fed into a classroom narrative of the terrible youth hostel
catering being to blame for making our ‘whole’ group ill. It would have
been nice if that sense of mutual support had been present in secondary
school, but it became rather more dog-eat-dog there.
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Emma two
Abbey’s accident at work
I was sitting at my desk on Thursday morning when I saw Abby (not her
real name) run out of the office holding her bottom and by the smell I
think it was too late. She returned twenty minutes later with the her
jacket tied round her waist and she said she was going home because she
had a stomach upset. I asked my her if she would be alright to go home
like that and she said her husband was picking her up and I was glad for
her that she didn’t have the humiliation of having to get on the bus in
her soiled clothes.
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Eric
Great day!
Hi eveyone!
I had a fantastic day so far and wanted to share it. I woke up pretty
early and felt pretty full. Normally I have my bowel movement after
breakfast and coffee, but today I felt like having a seat after getting
up. I took my boxers completely off and tried to relax for a bit. After a
minute of nothing I went up to get my phone as I felt I would be in there
for a while. After a few minutes I felt something stir and I had to put
the phone away as the sensation back there was very intense. My ring
opened up very wide and a very firm turd stared to slowly emerge. It felt
really good and when it left my body I closed my eyes and savored the
moment. I looked in the toilet and saw one very wide and dark turd and
another piece that was a bit lighter in color. Phew, what a start to the
day! 🙂
I went to have break fast and after I felt like I maybe had to go again.
Maybe there was a bit still left in there? I made some coffee and while I
was doing that the urge became stronger. When the coffee was ready I had
only but smelled it before I had to RUN to the bathroom again. A few
small farts puffs out of me on the way there, I sat down with great
relief to have made it. My bowels very moving very determinedly on their
own as they quickly pushed out my second poop for the day. At the end of
it I pushed a bit myself to really get everything out. It was over in a
few seconds, so it didn’t feel so big. But when I stod up I saw that I
had produced an enormous amount of sludge. It was so much it reached out
of the water of the toilet!
After lunch I had some coffee, and after that it was back to the toilet
for a more normal bowel movement for me, a pretty big and firm log. Felt
great as well!
Same thing after dinner, but this time is wasn’t so big.
I’ve never been close to pooping this much, and it’s been awesome.
Hope you all have great poops, take care!
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Bianca
My Output
Hi everyone. I had a single episode of poop just before logging on, and
boy was it a dump! While leaning over to the side to try to turn off the
tub a bit more, I was then greeted with a wave of poop pouring into the
toilet upon sitting upright again. It was pretty loose, and strangely (to
me anyway) had a smell to it like a rubber tire. I know, that’s a weird
way to describe a poop odor, but I’m sure others have had poops smell of
something much worse. Before I had to go to the toilet, the need kept
building with a lot of long toots. A friend of mine did what sounded like
a loose poop in the middle stall at dayhab yesterday. I’ve heard my
friend Regina fart in the stall before as well as having conversations
with herself. I sometimes sing to myself at ???? while on the toilet, and
even drum on things. Bathroom music doesn’t have to stink, lol. That’s
all for today. Bye
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Hollyrae
Tom W’s peeing questions
1. How often do I pee? Every 2 hours or so when I’m at school because I
drink a lot of pop and water. At home, about every 3 hours.
2. Do you pee when you first need to or do you hold it until your
desperate?
There are a couple of classes where the teachers are mean about passes to
use the bathrooms. So I try to go during class passing period before
those classes. I’d rather be safe than sorry. When I’m with my dad going
somewhere he will stop and let me use a public bathroom. Then he reminds
me I don’t have the bladder capacity of my mom.
3. How long are you normally peeing for in seconds?
30 to 45 seconds. My record was almost 2 minutes when we were on vacation
and an hour or so between rest stops. I’ll admit–mom knows how to hold
it, but I don’t have that confidence yet.
4. Does your pee tinkle, hiss or gush?
It starts with a tinkle but picks up force most of the time.
5. Do you ever leak in your pants if you are desperate to pee?
Yes. Just about a month ago when dad was taking so long in trying to find
a closer parking spot at the mall.
6. When were you the most desperate to pee? Did you make it to the toilet?
That happened like 2 years ago when we were at my aunt’s house. A very
small house with a single bathroom. My cousin Jacob was in there for
about a half hour or more. I knocked on the door and all he said was to
give him a break. I went out behind the garage in the alley and partially
peed in a bottle. Then I threw it in a trashcan. A couple hours later
when my dad stopped for gas I went in and did about a 23 second wee. I
knew the traffic on the interstate would likely get jammed up.
My pee needs haven’t really changed. I just try and stay away from things
like needing to pee on a city bus that is stopping at every corner to
pick up riders or at traffic lights. My friend Roxie says I should just
go in the very back seat, pull down my clothing and let it go. I don’t
think I’m there yet. I also worry about the driver’s mirrors.
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Josie
To Anna from Austria
You’re not alone! My period also has a negative effect on my bowel.
Sometimes I will have diarrhea attack during my period, but they’re
usually just small attack. Most of the time, my stomach stays peace
during period.
I think the negative effect from period will became smaller and smaller
as our age grows bigger. I still remember about 10 years ago when I’m
still a teenager, I often get terrible diarrhea during period. During my
worst period, I will have like 5-7 runs in one single day, but now I
never have these kinds of big diarrhea during my period anymore. By the
way, my high school roommate Claire also have this symptom during period,
but now her period have zero effect on her bowel.
Two of my daughters also have this symptom, but not as strong as I am
during my teenage days. Carol usually have big and firm turds in normal
days, during period, her turds just became more soft and sloppy,
sometimes I can also find some dirty skidmarks on her pants during her
period. Jane’s symptoms are even smaller, she just usually gets stomach
ache and keep passing a lot of gas throughout the day during period, her
period farts are usually louder and smellier than her usual ones, but she
only farts, never have any diarrhea.
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Tyler C
Sometimes Big Boys Wet Themselves Too
@Sarah W.: I don’t usually mess myself enough for that to really affect
what I wear. Although, I have been avoiding bathrooms throughout this
pandemic, so I’ve been sticking to tighter underwear like briefs or
boxer-briefs just to be safe. When it comes to peeing, I do try to stick
to black pants or shorts if I think I’m going to be out for a long time
without being able to use a toilet, as has been the case during a couple
of semesters of college and throughout a lot of this pandemic. They
sometimes act as a sort of makeshift toilet for me.
@luvs lightning MWF: That was very nice of your mother not only to allow
you to poop in your pants when you needed to, but also do it herself.
That’s just good parenting!
@Emily C: I think you’re mom and aunt had the right idea. IMO it’s worse
to expose your private parts than to simply use your pants as a restroom.
@Stephen: Glad you’re still a fan of my posts. It’s a great survey, isn’t
it? Here’s an elaboration on my answer to question 1.
I remember that my parents would occasionally give me permission to go in
my pants when I was little. I think it’s common for a lot of parents of
recently potty-trained kids to do this in emergency situations. I usually
tried to hold it, but I did take them up on their offer from time to
time. I feel like my mom told me more often than my dad. I think it was
just the way she was raised because it wasn’t uncommon for my aunt (Mom’s
sister) to give me permission from time to time if she was watching me.
It started happening less and less after I was 5 and pretty much stopped
sometime before I turned 8, but I can think of a few times it happened
after that.
One particular time later in my childhood that sticks out happened when I
was 12. I was with my aunt & uncle and their son, Jesse. He was about 5.
We were coming back from some sort of event in a park up in the country.
It was like a small fair. I remember it being kind of fun. Some kids from
my school were there. I remember thinking that I should probably go to
the bathroom before I leave, especially since I didn’t go all day, but
the only toilets they had at this event were port-o-potties, which I’ve
always hated using. So, I just didn’t go.
I started regretting that decision not too long after we left. My urge
started getting stronger in waves. We took some backroads through the
country for a bit, and eventually we got on the highway. Unfortunately,
we hit some serious traffic on the way back. It must have been a pretty
bad accident, because the traffic was basically completely still for a
pretty long time. My need just kept hitting me in stronger and stronger
waves. I was so preoccupied trying to keep my own pants dry that I hadn’t
realized the similar crisis my cousin was going through right next to me.
Just then, Jesse spoke up.
“I gotta go potty”
“Number one or two?” my aunt asked.
“Number one.”
“Why didn’t you tell me at the fair”
“I didn’t have to go then.”
I was very uncomfortable at this point, so I decided to announce my
situation too. At least I wasn’t alone, now.
“I also have to go.”
“You too? Well, I don’t think this traffic’s breaking loose for a while.
Do you two think you can hold it for another 15-20
minutes or so.”
Jesse and I both sheepishly shook our heads to her. Then, my uncle, who
was driving, suggested we could pee in a cup or bottle. So, we all
started looking around, but we couldn’t find any. So, my uncle just said,
“Sorry boys, I guess you’ll just have to hold it.”
“But I can’t hold it!” Jesse said in agony.
“Sorry, but there’s no other option.”
I was totally crestfallen by this response. Jesse and I were now doomed
to sit in agony for who knows how long. However, my hopes were suddenly
raised by what my aunt said next. “Well, there is… one other option,”
she slyly retorted. She leaned over to my uncle at whispered something to
him. I couldn’t tell what it was. He took a few seconds to respond, and
then he just shrugged his shoulders and told her “Sure, why not? There
just gonna do it either way.” I was so very desperate to use the bathroom
at this point that I was hopping up and down cross-legged in my seat.
Jesse didn’t look to be much better off either.
“So, what’s the other option?” I asked impatiently.
“Yeah, where can I go potty?” Jesse added.
Finally she answered, “Well boys, we both agreed that if you really can’t
hold it, it’s okay just this once to… um… go potty in your pants.”
My jaw dropped. Sure, telling her 5 year old son that made sense, but
telling me, her almost teenaged nephew, that it’s okay to wet my pants
seemed almost unbelievable. It had been years since she said something
like that to me, and I didn’t think I’d ever hear it again. I was excited
to finally get some relief, but I also felt kind of nervous about peeing
in front of people. Apparently Jesse felt the same.
“I don’t wanna pee my pants!” he said. “Big boys don’t pee their pants.”
“No I promise, it’ll be okay,” my aunt said comfortingly. “Even big boys
pee their pants sometimes. Isn’t that right, Tyler?”
She looked at me, and I felt suddenly put on the spot. She leaned over to
me and whispered, “Just go ahead and do it. Even if you think you can
hold it. I can see Jesse’s really suffering, and he’d feel a lot less
embarrassed if he saw you wet your pants first.” I was even more shocked
now that not only was I being allowed to pee myself, but I was being TOLD
to. She was right though, I had to do this, if not for myself, then at
least for Jesse. I turned to Jesse and said, “She’s right Jesse. I’m a
big boy, and I still go potty in my pants sometimes. In fact, I’m going
potty right now!” I pointed at the wet patch that was spreading across
the crotch of my jeans. He seemed to perk up a bit at this sight.
“But, aren’t you sad that you didn’t make it to the bathroom?” he asked
“Of course not because right now, my pants are my bathroom.” I replied.
“Just like your pants just became your bathroom”
I pointed at his green shorts which had a noticeable shiny dark spot
growing on the front that hadn’t been there a couple of seconds ago. I
guess I got through to him. We both sat there making ourselves more and
more comfortable. I could tell he was getting a real kick out of this.
The pee got everywhere, all down our legs, on the carpeted floor, and all
over the seat. My front was soaked. My butt was soaked. My yellow briefs
were fine… except for the fact that they were white when I put them on
that morning.
My aunt turned around and asked, “You boys have a nice trip to the
bathroom?” We both nodded. “Yep,” I told her. “just a little more to go”
Our streams died down, and Jesse proudly announced, “All done!” My uncle,
who had been silent for most of this said,
“Wow! You two hosed down those pants like a couple of champs!”
“Thanks Dad!” Jesse said.
“Well, we did our best,” I added with a giggle.
My aunt and uncle let me get cleaned up at their house before I got
dropped off at home so that my parents didn’t have to know. They didn’t
have any clothes in my size, so I actually had to wear a towel for over
an hour while my clothes got washed. Jesse, on the other hand, went
outside to play, and was still wearing his pee pee pants when I left.
Between that and the fair, it was a pretty fun day for both of us.
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Marie
Reply to Audrey
Hi Audrey, I found the story you wanted me to look for. It’s on page 1956.
– Marie
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David P
Replies & poo story
Hiya David P here.
I was going to reply back today to the comments I received to my survey
on constipation but it appears those replies and my own post have somehow
disappeared. I have no idea why they were there and no longer???
To Michael W: Very good story, sounded like you really had to push hard
to poo back when you were 22. I really liked how you described the
grunting sounds in capital letters I could imagine it well.
To Tom W: thank you for your comment. I will try eating more fibre as you
suggested and see if it makes me poo more often.
To Abbie: I enjoyed your latest story with your friends. It seems like
you are still having an easy time pooing. That is great you must feel
better for it! For me I’m not doing too well that I will get onto in a
bit. If you do not mind me asking, since you do not describe the smell in
your stories. I am keen to know if your poo tends to smell bad? For me
sometimes my poo does not smell at all and other times it is really bad.
Is it the same for you?
Now onto my quick update. As you know I have been badly constipated,
probably due to my recent poor diet with too much junk food. Pizza,
chocolate, ice cream ect and very little vegetables. This has been worse
over summer since they are so tempting!
This last week I have been doing fun activity on the water and games. I
was constipated for about three or four days this week and only managed
to poo the odd ball throughout the week. Nothing really happened in the
week to report but by the weekend (Bank Holiday in the UK). I was feeling
really bloated, we ate Mexican food for tea the night before and on
Saturday morning I woke up feeling bloated and a slight urge to poo. I
rolled over in bed and tried to sleep past it as I didn’t want to get up.
I managed this for about half an hour but then the urge got too strong to
hold off. So I sat on the loo and pushed out a poo log about 5 inches. I
felt very relieved to have passed this poo that was trapped inside me for
days. I passed out a few more smaller logs then I wiped and flushed. I
decided to stay in that day and relax around the house to recover. The
next day I felt the need to poo again in the morning but this time the
log felt rock hard and took some effort to push out. When it did I wiped
my bum and there was blood on the paper. It kind of hurt and for the rest
of the day I could feel a pain in my bum hole. That day we were busy and
went out visiting many places. We had a big fry up for breakfast and
chips for lunch then went to a crazy golf place. When I was playing I
kept leaking very smelly farts like rotten eggs. Luckily it was outside!
I kept farting these smelly ones most of the night. After playing we went
out for dinner in this really cool beach restaurant and I ate a big
pizza. The next day I did a massive poo that felt amazing to get out and
my gassy bloating stopped. The poo was big and splashed into the bowel
and the smell was really terrible. I felt empty, but then I have been a
bit clogged up ever since. There hasn’t been any other bowel movements. I
must be a bit constipated at the moment!
Bye for now
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Kristi
Reply to Julie
I’ll take stool softeners from time to time if I’m constipated. It’s
pretty rare since I eat a lot of fiber and usually have very easy poops.
The only time I’d take a laxative is if I had been unable to go for like
more than 3 days.
Laxatives make my whole digestive system feel horrible. They make me
nauseaous. They give me stomach pains. And they don’t really make it
easier for me to poop. They force me to poop, as opposed to stool
softeners which help me poop.
I’ve told this story already I think, but there was a time when I was on
painkillers after an injury. I got insanely constipated and didn’t crap
for almost a week. I took laxatives and stool softeners… I ended up
finally pooping but it was extremely painful.
Port-a-potties… wow. Hate ’em. I don’t think I’m a spoiled princess,
but I just don’t enjoy using those because they’re almost always filthy,
and if it’s hot out, the smell can be terrible.
Some of them have urinals in them… I remember once going into one and
seeing a big old log in the urinal.
But when you’ve gotta go, you’ve gotta go. So I’ve used them probably a
few dozen times in my life. Usually just peeing but occasionally pooping
too.
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Kazuko Maho Hisae Mina
some more advice for Dear Robyn and Dear Victoria
Dear Robyn and Victoria,
We all four talked long time yesterday evening about Robyn’s post. At the
end we were all crying, so we went to tatami room and cried there.
But… we are all agree, loo is best place to cry. We all have experience
of crying long time in loo, tho’ Kazuko had experience only in office or
college because in her home she could stay in loo only ten seconds.
We went to tatami room because not enough space in loo for four crying
baby.
If you need to cry, go to loo. You can cry comfortably. It doesn’t matter
if you do wee or no, if you do fart or no, if you do motion or no. Sit on
loo with naked bottom, and cry and cry and cry. Then you feel better we
think.
(Actually this advice is for everybody.)
Robyn, if you go to loo in your own flat and cry in there, take your
phone. There might be text or call from Victoria. If you cry on loo in
Victoria’s flat, don’t lock door.
And please, please, never be angry to Victoria.
Victoria, this advice is from Mina’s grandmother. Listen carefully words
of your doctor, and obey her. Don’t do things your own idea. Doctor know
best. (Mina’s grandmother doesn’t know about your story; but she gave
this advice to Mina before. ) We think it is good to share things you
hear from doctor with Robyn. Then she can help you various ways.
We wish you both a good luck.
I think we are going to cry again.
Love to everyone. Please stay healthy.
Maho Mina Hisae Kazuko
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Lisa
To Kaycha
Do you wear thongs? Or little girl panties? My mom used to call me all
sorts of names and make fun of me, I think it caused more because I was
so worried about having accidents. I wear a diaper throughout the day
although is hard to hide and loud, little kids point and laugh. Did your
mom ever do panty inspections?
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Tom W
Reply and desperate to poo story
To Nia: Did your grandparents have to show you how to squat down and wee
the first time you weed outside? I can see how it would be eaiser to put
your hands on the ground to help you balance if you were struggling. At
least you can manage a squat now. I guess it is eaiser with skirts and
dresses because you can just lift them up. Obviously I’m not an expert
but I think if you are wearing trousers or shorts it’s best to pull them
and your underwear down to your knees and then lift them up and away from
your wee stream so they don’t get wet. I think the best way of avoiding
wee running down your butt is to wait until you feel desperate for a wee
and try and let it out fast so the stream comes out in front of you.
You always want to go where you’ve got some privacy and no one can see
you. It’s best not to go too near the campsite as well or it’ll smell,
especially if you have a poo!
James, your story has reminded me of a situation when I was younger,
perhaps 8 or 9 myself. I never had any accidents but I always avoided
going for a poo at school. It wasn’t until sixth form that I finally used
the toilet for a poo and didn’t hold it until I got home.
One day I went round to a friends house after school. I can’t remember if
I had needed a poo at school or if the urge came on once I got to my
friends. I remember feeling the need to go but I didn’t want to poo there
so I would have only had a wee in the bathroom. Well I got more desperate
and I was clenching my bottom shut when we went downstairs for tea. I
think we had started eating when I decided I would have to go to the
toilet before I pooed myself. I told my friend and his Mum I needed to go
to the toilet and I went to the one downstairs which was quite near to
the kitchen where we were eating. I remember feeling embarrassed about
going but I soon felt relieved as I did my poo. I think I went quite
quickly because of how desperate I was but I still took long enough that
it would have been obvious I went for a poo. I went back to the table
feeling so much better and able to enjoy my tea.
If only I had just gone for a poo in the bathroom before tea instead of
trying to hold it until I got home and ending up feeling desperate and
uncomfortable. I hope I wasn’t fidgeting around or farting when I was
desperate but I probably was!
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Cammie
Tom W’s Survey
1) How often do you pee?
Maybe 6 or 7 times a day. I normally pee every 2-3 hours, and I always
pee while I poop.
2) Do you pee when you first need to go or hold it until you are
desperate?
It depends. If there is a bathroom available (or another place where I
can pee discreetly without embarrassment) I pee as soon as I feel the
urge. Otherwise, I have to wait.
3) How long are you normally peeing for (in seconds)?
Usually about 20-30 seconds. I pee a large amount.
4) Does your pee tinkle, hiss or gush?
A combination of a hiss, gush, and whoosh
5) Do you ever leak in your pants if you are desperate to pee?
Yes. If I’m wearing leggings, I release my pee before I get this
desperate.
6) What’s the most desperate you have ever been to pee? Did you make it
to the toilet?
During my first college exam this summer (my first post) is definitely
tied for my most desperate.
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Dan
Spectacularly shit my shorts in the street
Long-time reader from the UK here. Mid-thirties and with rather boring
bowels as an adult, which is why I haven’t posted before. James’s recent
posts have inspired me to post some of the accidents that I had as a
teenager, which I will do in the future. First though, here’s an account
of a rather inconvenient accident that I had on my evening walk last
Wednesday.
I had set off on the walk quite late at about 22:15, but I was feeling
fine and assumed that the next 90 minutes would be uneventful. I was
wearing my usual exercise outfit of black Calvin Klein briefs (this time
with fluorescent yellow waistband), mid grey Nike Dri-Fit shorts and a
navy t-shirt under a lightweight waterproof coat. Thanks to my exercise
tracker I can tell you the exact sequence of events, and they were as
follows:
The beginning of the walk was ordinary, it consists of a long uphill
climb through various streets, and I ascended the initial hill without
difficulty. There was no indication of what was about to follow. Climbing
up a steeper section of the hill at 2.3km/23 minutes into the walk I felt
a sudden sharp pain in my stomach that then quickly subsided after a
couple of seconds. It wasn’t clear at that point that I would need the
toilet, but I do remember thinking “that was unusual”. I continued up the
hill and didn’t really think anything else of the sharp pain incident
until I was nearing the crest. I started to feel a slight
fullness/tenseness in my bowels and realised that I may in fact need a
poo, this was 2.9km or 30 minutes into the walk.
I was walking in the direction of, and closer to, the furthest point of
my walk than the beginning. I had now passed through the area with
bars/restaurants (although everything seemed to have closed already
anyway) and so there wasn’t an obvious toilet that I could use. It didn’t
feel urgent at this point though and so I carried on my normal route.
There are several streets that shortcut back down to the main road/final
part of my walk and so I knew that I had some options to shorten the walk
if I needed to.
I was going along a flat stretch of road, and I walk at a relatively fast
10.3kph. During this flat phase the feeling in my bowels kept building
and after only 2 minutes I realised that I would need to take a shortcut.
The first of these shortcut streets came at 3.1km but I was unfamiliar of
the exact route back when taking that street because it wasn’t a direct
route, there were several twists/junctions. I decided to walk along a
little further to a road that I had used before and that was straight
down to where I needed to be. Entering the road at 3.6km or 37 minutes
into the walk, I began to feel peristalsis kick in and realised that the
situation was a lot more serious than I had thought. I had walked another
300metres down the hill when I began to feel a fullness in my rectum. I
tried to speed up my pace even further but didn’t manage much. I was
approaching some empty student accommodation at 4km/41 minutes when my
bowels started to move in earnest. This first wave was deceptively easy
to hold back, and it gave me hope that I would be able to make it home in
time.
I carried on walking along the street, which is a tree lined avenue with
rather expensive houses on either side. At 4.21km/43 minutes into the
walk I encountered a guy on his bike, riding in circles in the road while
talking on the phone. My bowels decided that this would be a good time to
start moving again, strongly. I had to slow slightly to hold the
ever-increasing fullness in rectum. I’m not sure if the guy noticed my
slow gait and grimaced face before he cycled off down a side road. I
managed to hold back this second wave but realised that I would struggle
to get home if the urgency kept increasing at the same pace.
I only managed to walk another 300metres before I had to hold back
another wave of pressure that was similar in intensity to the previous
one. At this point I seriously considered squatting over a grate in the
road, but I was conscious of the nice area and of sensitivities regarding
male genital exposure especially at night! I carried on walking with an
eye on finding somewhere relatively dark and secluded that I could squat
down in. If anything, the lighting seemed to get brighter and streets
more open. I arrived at the main road at 5.6km/47 minutes into the walk
and was faced with a choice. I could go down the hill to my right which
would take me straight down to my busy destination road or I could take a
left and take a parallel road that would be quieter and then cuts down
nearer to where I need to be. I decided that they were both similar in
distance and so went the quieter route.
Pressure in my bowels kept increasing and when the next wave occurred
three minutes later at 4.77km I found it difficult to hold back. The
fullness in my rectum seemed to go higher into my bowels. I had a minute
of respite before another wave of a similar ferocity at 4.92km or 51
minutes into the walk. I was trying to keep a positive mental attitude to
will myself into making it home, but I increasingly felt like I would not
be able to hold it. I had another stronger wave a minute later as I
neared my turning point, this time I could feel wetness at the bottom of
my rectum/inside of my anus. There wasn’t much time left but I managed to
suck everything back up inside my rectum and the feeling briefly went
away.
I took my turning and began descending to the main road. The scene of my
accident is a tree lined road with houses on one side and several
university buildings down the other. It is fairly bright despite the
trees and there are buildings with CCTV on both sides. I managed to walk
another 130 metres before another wave where I came perilously close to
pooing myself. In front of me was a builder’s skip and I thought about
squatting down beside it and just letting go, but a vehicle rounded the
corner and spooked me. I carried on walking, but this time I couldn’t
relieve the pressure at my anus. I continued walking carefully, again
considering just squatting over a grate, but it felt too risky. I somehow
managed to walk another 300m with this intense pressure at my rectum and
poo at my sphincter, but it was clear I was likely going to poo myself
soon.
I tried to keep on walking, but at 5.53km/57 minutes into my walk and
680metres away from home my bowels could take no more pressure. My anus
gave way as peristalsis forced runny poo into the seat of my briefs. I
had no control for 3 seconds and a large amount of poo immediately flowed
up my crack, across my bottom, and down towards my balls. Eventually I
regained control of my anus, but it was too late. The super sloppy poo
had saturated the rear of my briefs and was overflowing the leg holes,
coating my thighs and filling my shorts. I carried on walking, resigned
to my fate, and it didn’t take more than a couple of seconds before I
felt poo running down my left leg and plopping onto the pavement. Once I
could see poo on my calf and realised that I wasn’t going to be able to
hide anything, I gave up on trying to hold the remaining contents of my
rectum. My bowels were hurting and tired. I released my anus/rectum and
another large batch of sloppy poo exploded into my briefs along with a
couple of slightly firmer chunks. I was in a real mess, but the relief
was good.
I was annoyed that I hadn’t managed to make it another 300m. The distance
in question was a stretch down and across a busy main road for cars and
pedestrians. I was only slightly ashamed to be seen in such a messy
situation, shit happens after all, but I pulled up the hood of my coat to
cover my face as much as possible and walked with my bum turned away from
the road. Luckily the day and time of night meant that there weren’t many
cars to see me. If any did, they didn’t beep their horn or shout out of
the window. It’s quite probable that they didn’t even notice with eyes
focussed on the road. Unfortunately, as I came up to the pedestrian
crossing there was a young guy stood smoking outside a shop and playing
with his phone. There was no avoiding him, so I just sprinted across the
road and to the side of him before nipping down to the side street. He
didn’t say anything, but he must have seen the mess I was in.
I managed to walk the rest of the way home without encountering anyone
else but as I neared my apartment building, I began to worry about
whether anyone was outside smoking or looking out of their windows and
perhaps more importantly whether the contents of my briefs/shorts had
stopped leaking down my legs. It had been 100m since I’d last felt
anything fall onto the pavement, but I could feel a large amount of poo
still in my briefs. I rounded the corner and was pleased that no one
seemed to be outside the building and that most windows were either dark
or with blinds down. Just the carpets to worry about. Luckily, I managed
to get into the lift and back to my apartment without any spillage.
Once in my apartment I carefully removed my trainers (which miraculously
had only a couple of tiny bits of poo on them) and my coat. I went
straight the bathroom and into the shower cubicle to remove my shorts and
briefs. It’s fair to say that walking for 680metres with sloppy poo in
your pants creates quite the mess. My shorts were soaked with an orangey
brown tint right across the back and down the left leg. I dropped my
briefs, and they were totally coated at the back and between the legs
with sloppy poo. The seat contained a large mound of very soft but
slightly formed poo that was filled with nuts and seeds from the bread
that I had been eating. I grabbed my shaving mirror and could see that my
bum, thighs and all down my left leg were totally covered in poo and
seeds. I rinsed my shorts, briefs and myself in the shower.
The nuts, digestive juices and walking friction really irritated my
anus/bum cleft and it was very inflamed/raw. Luckily it has responded to
a couple of days treatment with basic Sudocrem! My bowels still hurt a
bit though, which I can only assume is like a muscle sprain. With
hindsight I wish that I had just risked squatting over a grate or doing
it on the pavement. Instead, I ended up pooing myself and then traipsing
poo along the pavement for several hundred metres which somehow seems
worse. I’m just pleased that it didn’t happen on a Friday night. The road
would have been crawling with drunk revellers.
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Wednesday, September 01, 2021
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