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Shay

Runny But Relieving

Promised I’d be back with a story and here I am.

Got a bit of a stomachache, major gas, and some gurgling and bloating
going on in my belly as I write this–ate a bunch of sugar free candy and
drank some prune juice less than two hours ago, and am expecting to run
some nasty poo into the toilet pretty soon; taking laxatives regularly
now to manage my constipation a bit better, so my poos have been really
runny and urgent lately.

Still better than being constipated! I felt so plugged up, it was so
uncomfortable and painful for me. Here’s the story of how that changed
into this.

The last time I posted I was so uncomfortable I was about to take a few
different laxatives to alleviate what felt like an impaction. After I
bought the laxatives and started driving home, I felt like I had to poo
urgently, so I rushed to the toilet as soon as I got inside.

I was cramping, shaking, and sweating but barely even passing gas and I
felt queasy. I tried for a poo for ten minutes and then none came out, I
left the restroom and sat on the bed, bloated and rubbing my ???? hoping
to pass anything.

Barrett had been at work but came home and saw me looking queasy and
rubbing my belly and became concerned.

“Hey baby, you okay? Does your stomach not feel so good?”
“Mmmmmm I feel sick like I need an urgent shit, but it’s like my insides
are stuck. I don’t want to take a laxative but I might have to.”
“It’s okay if you need a laxative hon you need to let whatever that is
out.”
“I know it’s just I always get really bad diarrhea when I take laxatives;
I was hoping to avoid shitting liquid today.”
“I get it babe. But better out than in right?” I nodded and grimaced as
my stomach gurgled loudly and cramped up. I let out a loud and pained
groan and clutched my stomach, and Barrett sat with me and started gently
rubbing my stomach. He got the milk of magnesia I’d bought and helped me
take about 90ml (1 and a half of the little measuring cups it comes with)
and drink a few bottles of water. Then he started gently rubbing my belly
again.

We laid in bed for the next hour as my stomach gurgled and my insides
turned to mush. He rubbed my stomach to comfort my aching bowels which
were trying to push out what felt like pounds of poo–while turning those
pounds into liquid.

At one point as he was rubbing my belly I felt a nasty burning sensation
in my stomach, a rush of water, and then a big need to poo. I raced out
of bed into our bathroom and let a cascade of semi solid poo flow from my
bottom. I groaned and clutched my belly as I pooed, occasionally bringing
a hand to my mouth to fight the inevitable nausea I felt as well. After
ten minutes I felt done and finished up and was back in the bathroom for
round two ten minutes later with almost pure liquid rushing out of me.

I felt drained, so I drank water and took time to nap, but an hour into
my nap I was awakened with another burning feeling in my guts. I ran to
the toilet, and had liquid diarrhea for twenty minutes.

When I came back, Barrett started rubbing my aching guts. I was holding
in my farts, but since he could feel gas bubbling in me underneath his
fingers, he said at one point,

“Shay if you need to pass gas and think you won’t shit your pants, please
don’t make yourself hold it in. You have diarrhea honey it’s reasonable
to need to fart quite a bit.” I nodded and moaned,

“Problem is I’m scared to shit my pants, nothing feels like just a fart,”
I said. Right as I said that I involuntarily let a fart to that was wet
at the end. “Sorry honey, excuse me.”
“It’s okay honey” he said, rubbing my bubbling guts. “Just letting you
know if you gamble and lose I wont judge you, cause it sounds like you
probably can’t help but fart anyway babe. You don’t have to be
embarrassed,” he said giving me a reassuring smile and stroking my cheek.
I smiled and changed up against him where we may until my next trip to
the bathroom.

I had about four more rounds of sloppy shit on the pot but still felt
full. I started realizing even this wasn’t going to help me expel over a
week’s worth of poo and more, so I’ve been taking maintenance laxatives
since then. I’ve also been massaging my belly and drinking more water to
help move my bowel movements along once they hit my left lower side
(which was where it felt like my poo was getting stuck.) This has helped,
but I have to be very mindful of farting because my poo is soft like
applesauce and all it takes is moving the wrong way for a nasty mess to
end up in my panties.

Still wish I knew why my ibs started acting up like this but at least I
can poo again. Feeling some diarrhea gurgling and feeling the need to
release, so I’ll end it here for now so I won’t mess my pants.

Hope everyone’s guts are doing what they need to do.

–Shay

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Petro

To Cammie:

Hi, Cammie!
I read your post “Car peeing and pooping with Ava” a few days ago, and I
liked it very much. I’d like to ask you several questions about your
pooping and peeing, if you don’t mind. I’d like to introduce myself too.
My name is Petro, I’m 41. I was born and grew up in Ukraine, but I
constantly live in Germany since 2001.
1. Is it usually difficult for you to poop? And for Ava?
2. As you’re pooping, have you usually to strain a lot for pushing your
poo out? And Ava?
3. Do you usually fart before you start pooping?
4. As you go pooping, do you usually push one big turd out or do you poop
several ones out as a rule?
5. As you sit down on the toilet for pooping, have you usually to push a
lot before your first turd comes out? Does it ever occur with you during
pooping, that everything falls out at once?
6. Do you usually grunt while pooping or do you poop more often quietly?
7. Do you always poop by yourself? Do you ever use enema or
suppositories? And Ava? Does she always poop by herself, without enema or
suppositories?
8. Do you usually go pooping as you feel you have to do it? If you sat
down on the toilet and tried to poop without having an urge for it, would
you be able to poop in that case?
9. Had you ever a situation as you sat down on the toilet for pooping and
started pushing, but you couldn’t push your poo out? And had you often
situations as you had to push for a long time during pooping? If you had
such situations, did you perceive as a positive or a negative thing?
10. What is your poop schedule? At what day time do you usually go
pooping?
11. Do you usually poop every day or more rarely? If you poop every day,
do you do it one time a day or more than one time?
12. Do you like pooping? If you push a big poo out, is it pleasant for
you? Do you take it for a positive thing?
13. If you’ve pushed a big poo out, are you proud of it?
14. As Ava was pooping in your car on the day you told in your post
about, was it very difficult for her to push her firm fat turd out? Had
she to strain a lot, for pooping it out?
15. As Ava was pooping in your car, did you encourage her during her
pushing? Did she comment her pooping while doing it? And you?
16. As Ava was younger, did you often see her pooping? If you did, did
you encourage her while her pooping at those times? Does she ever see you
pooping?
17. Can Ava poop without having an urge for it? If she tried to poop
without an urge, would she be able to make some poopies?
18. Does Ava like pooping? If she pushes a big poo out, is she proud of
it?
19. Do you ever try to poop after peeing?
20. Do you usually pee in the morning after getting up? If you do, do you
also try to poop after it?
21. Do you like peeing? If you pee a lot of urine out, is it pleasant for
you?
22. Can you stand up for peeing? If you can, do you often stand up for
peeing? And Ava? Can she stand up for peeing?
23. Do you often make a buddy dump with somebody nowadays?
24. Do you ever poop outdoors? As you do, do you make an outdoors buddy
dump with somebody of your friends? And does Ava ever poop outdoors?
25. I’d also like to ask you: does LA mean “Los Angeles”?
26. And I’d also like to ask you: may I ask you some questions about your
pooping and peeing as you were a young child?
I wish you and Ava happy pooping and peeing!
Petro

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Chakamami (Hisae, Kazumi, Maho, Mina)

Some responses

Dear Victoria and Robyn: We are so happy that you are happy because of
us! We will all send you huge bururururururururururu tomorrow with our
love, and blow kiss towards loo when it is making a burururururururu
noise. We love you very much.

Dear Anna: We really agree!! Why those women didn’t take cubicle next
each other if they wanted to talk with defecating?? They are very rude.
If Maho is there, she give to them earful for half an hour, she said.

Dear Willa: We are happy you found new buddy dump friend! But we don’t
surprise about huge load from young teen girl. Our teen is now ancient
history because we are 30s, but we can remember many huge load from teen
days. Maybe you read before but when Kazu was teen, she always had
butterfly in ???? before flute performance, so about one hour before
performance she went to loo, stayed half an hour and defecated eight or
nine times and huge load every time. Her friends know what she is doing
and they know size of her load, so they go to outside of cubicle and
encourage her with sweet words. After she finish she always hug her
friends and then play flute beautifully. (From Kazu: NOT beautifully!!)

We hope everyone is very fine and have wonderful time in loo, lots of
ploop plunk like Princess Toadstool Peach say, and have wonderful time
very other place too.

Love to everyone.

Chakamami

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80’s born gal

Response to Jenny and Skidmark Survey

Hi Jenny,

It is funny about how the talk of thongs lead to talk about about skid
marks and poops. It is a hilarious way to get well put togetherladies to
open up about their toilet habits

I was born in the 1984 and have been wearing thongs since the early
2000’s. I might have tried one in the late 90’s on a date or something.
Thongs have been my primary form or under wear since they are so
comfortable to me. Though I am told by my partner I look good in a thong,
I do not wear them to hide panty lines (anymore) or to look “hot.” I am
in good shape but the shape and size of my rear , the thong is just so
much more comfortable. I have heard a description of a thong like a
contact lens: once it’s in, you don’t notice it. I understand for some
people it feels like a wedgie, but for me full briefs or panties have
always ridded up and felt less comfortable. Like contact lenses, thongs
are not comfortable everyone, to each they are own. I am a mother and am
friends with several mothers well enough to know some of the intimate
answers I will share that came up at a recent get together

about half of use have ” outgrown” thongs. One friend stated she never
though they were comfortable and another (after 2 glasses of wine) said
she got tired of the skidmarks she got whenever she wore them skidmarks.
She said no mater how much she wiped the always had a skidmark when she
wore a thong, assuming they were not dark. I responded to her brave
statement saying I got worse skidmarks with when I wore panties because
they would ride up in my cheeks and got sweaty. She asked if I got
skidmarks on thongs and I said, mainly if I wipe with one ply in a public
rest room, but not as bad a if I wore regular panties for one reason or
another. One mom just blushed and didn’t say anything and we asked her if
she had a skidmark right ..she just said ” I wore a white thong today and
I had to poop after my shower” One of the thong mom’s and one of the
brief mom’s just said they didn’t worry about skid marks as they used wet
wipes/bidet. Another mom said only got skid marks in thongs and not in
regular panties, but loved wearing thongs so much she didn’t care: ” If
my kids and husband can get skidmarks, so can my fine @$$ ”

My husband and I rarely get skidmarks. I think most people have them if
they wipe with dry toilet paper. I am amazed my husband doesn’t get skid
marks more due to his hairy bottom, If anything I have a smoother bottom,
but I get skidmarks more. I hover do leave skidmarks in the toilet ,
while my husband does not (though he stinks up the bathroom more than I
do)

TOILET SKIDMARK SURVERY
In the last week have you left skidmarks in the toilet after poop?
Yes

In the last month have you left skidmarks in the toilet after a poop?
Yes

In the last week have you left skidmarks in your underwear after a poop?
No

In the last month have you left skidmarks in you underwear after a poop?
I have two pairs of Victoria secret and Parde boy shorts. Boyshorts are
the only underwear that is almost as comfortable as a thong. But they do
ride up, comfortably and leave a,..surprise when I wear them all day.
Each time I wore them in the last month, I got skidmarks (light pink and
lime green colors)

Questions for moms and dads: skidmarks are very common in kids who are
potty training. Has anybody had their potty training ( or older kids)
catch a glimpse of your own skidmarked underwear. This has happened to
me…I swear mine are not as bad as my kids underwear

Vulnerable Val- the 80’s born mom

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Victoria and Robyn

Green and Brown Loos Spoke

Hey everybody it’s Robyn and Victoria!

This morning we were getting ready in the bathroom. I (Victoria) had just
gotten out of the shower and was doing hair as Robyn, clothed in just a
bra and underwear, finished brushing her teeth. After a final spit and
rinse of her brush Robyn turned to me and said “Vic, I’m warning because
I love you.” She now just pinched me but back in the bathroom I knew what
Robyn meant as soon as her panties started coming down.

She sat and got down to business almost as soon as she’d hit the seat. As
one of her famous gushers made its exit from Robyn’s bladder I moved on
to skincare and was grabbing moisturizer from the shelf when an eruption
of a different kind graced the porcelain. A quick fart announced the
departure of a series of plops, mixed with gas, that seemed to last for
tens and tens of seconds. She sat there the whole time, saying nothing,
looking off into space leaning slightly forward with her arms crossed. A
very picture of serenity and the woman I married.

I think it clicked simultaneously for both of us because within seconds
of finishing her number two Robyn and I at once said “Burururu!” We heard
it and understood for the first time how that expression sounds like
pooping. In that moment, Minappé, Kazumi, Maholin and Chae’s bottoms all
spoke to us through the green and brown loos!

Robyn washed with the bidet as I was finishing up my skincare and then
once I was done I wiped her, put the lid down and flushed. It was just in
time too because Robyn decided to plant a kiss on my forehead before
she’d even gotten dressed again. What a morning.

Chakamami, we love all of you so much

Catherine, so glad to see you here again!

Love,
Victoria and Robyn

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Becky

Struggles with hydration

Not diabetic according to my blood test like a month ago.

I have a small and sensitive bladder. I tend to under hydrate when I’m
away from home. I work in a warehouse without AC and it’s going to be
around 110 and above for several days. Luckily I’m off a few of those
days, but yeah. You’d think the sweating would prevent having to pee so
much, but it doesn’t.

It’s SO ANNOYING. And a new coworker of mine loves to hang out in the
bathroom and talk on the phone. I think the managers talked to her about
it, but yeah, it’s SO inconsiderate to do this. If you do this at your
work, maybe think about changing your habits. Other people need it too.

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Denise

Pee accidents

To James, Catherine and Nytecat: Thank you for sharing your experiences
of involuntary pushing, it was so interesting to read them all and see
the similarities. We’ve all been through the range of accident
experiences, haven’t we!

On that note, I wanted to share a bit about pee accidents. I had fewer of
those as somehow, I find pee easier to hold even once it’s critical. But
of course they have happened. I tend to spring a leak when it comes to
pee accidents, but there have been times when my pee has just burst out
of me all at once.

The worst, and tied with most embarrassing accident, happened during my
teen years. I don’t know if other ladies get this, but at different
points in my cycle sometimes I retain water, and then other times my body
is just releasing it all at once. So at times I can drink a lot and not
need a pee, but then once my body stops retaining I can do several big
pees in short succession. Anyway, I suspect that’s what was happening on
this day because my need to pee kind of came out of nowhere.

I was hanging out with some friends in the neighbourhood, and I’d had
most of a can of coke. Of course coke is a diuretic but typically I could
drink a soda and still be okay for a while before needing a pee. On this
occasion, it just ran right through me. Seemingly out of nowhere, I
needed to go BAD. It’s likely that I’d needed to go before the coke and
hadn’t noticed, but the coke pushed me right over the edge, fast. I was
caught up in chatting with my friends, but my body acted on its own and I
instictively crossed my legs and bounced a little, prompting my friend to
say ‘Denise, do you need to pee?’ I was embarrassed at her noticing
(before I did especially) but was grateful to have my attention drawn to
it before something MORE embarrassing happened. I laughed and said ‘Yeah
I’d better go home’ and started on my way.

I’ve noticed that when I need to poop badly, walking or moving around
helps me hold it in, but it’s the opposite when I need to pee. Walking
jostles my bladder. I only had a five minute walk home but it wasn’t long
before I was hobbling, trying to hurry along with my knees buckled in. I
was actually in pain, I had to pee so bad!

Anyway, I was in view of my house when I lost it. Unfortunately I was
also in view of several other houses, which is what made this accident so
embarrassing. My whole body became warm and I started trembling, and my
body took over. I instinctively squatted with a gasp as my pee just
exploded out of me. I crouched in the grass wetting my pants for what
felt like forever, becoming beet red and deeply self conscious that all
the neighbours could see me. By the time I finished my soaked jeans were
already turning cold. I stood up and began my walk of shame to the house.
I kept my head down as I was too scared to look up and catch someone
seeing me. I have no idea if anyone did, but to have ended up in that
position, squatting and peeing my pants in public like that, was soooo
humiliating.

I was remembering this because I had a very close call the other day. I
described a particularly bad accident a few pages back which really
prompted me to get myself together, and I am on ADHD meds now which
helps. Therefore I’ve made it almost 7 years since that accident, without
having another one! There have been close calls though. Similar to my
teenaged accident, something I drank must’ve just gone through me. I left
work one day and I have about a 40 minute walk home. I didn’t really feel
like I needed to pee, not badly anyway, when I left but about 10 minutes
into my walk I realized I was desperate. And half an hour walk left to
go! It felt like it took forever and I could feel my bladder becoming
painfully full as I tried to walk without jiggling too much. As I turned
into my street I was in full hobble mode and by this time, the pressure
in my bladder had activated my bowels as well and I was bursting for a
poop too. I nearly had a full blown accident on my doorstep but did have
to do a very obvious potty dance and grab my crotch while opening the
door, which was embarrassing but thankfully I made it to the toilet, so
it could have been MUCH worse!

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Willa

To Victoria and Robyn

Totally forgot to mention this in my other post! I so loved your story!!
You and Robyn are totally my sweet wifey and Iwe totally love sharing
the bathroom experience together. Continue to enjoy your poopsI know we
will!!

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Sunday, July 7, 2024

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STEPHEN .P

KEEPING REGULAR

This morning woke at six before alarm had a wee in the THETFORD 100
POTTIE then emptied in outside drain . I went into house collected
laundry put into campervan drank two mugs of tea got into van drove to
laundry.
Upon arrival put clothes into machine money and soap powder machine
started I returned to van .I pulled the ADVENTURIDGE POTTIE from locker
opened the slide rinsed, paper towel on back of bowl dropped my jogging
bottoms and pants sat down .
I often have the urge to B M on these early morning visits which did not
happen today .I sat for five minutes then began to push ,on the third
push started to wee which stopped as my bowels opened I pushed again and
had a really good poop, relaxed for five minutes before wiping
I went back to laundry collected my washing pushed pottie into locker
then drove home and put washing onto line . I went into shed had a wee in
THETFORD 33 before going in house , as I finished breakfast I had the
urge to poop again so I went into garage sat on the THETFORD ELEGANCE for
ten minutes farted a few times then had a wee

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Radu

Old Survey

Since very few people responded to my survey, I’m repeating it. I invite
everyone.

1. How often do you clog the toilet with your poop?
2. Have you ever clogged a friend’s or family member’s toilet with poop?
3. Have you ever had someone discover that you clogged your toilet? What
was his and your reaction to this?
4. Have you ever clogged the toilet at work or school and someone found
it out? What was the reaction of your friends/co-workers to this?
5. Has anyone ever been impressed by the size of your poop? What was his
reaction?
6. Have you ever been proud of clogging a toilet?
7. Is there anyone in the world whose toilet you would like to clog? Who?

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STEPHEN . P

KEEPING REGULAR

The past few weeks I have slept in the campervan using the THETFORD 100
for a wee during the night .The ADVENTURIDGE for a NUMBER TOO every
morning .
This morning I was awoken by the alarm switched off had a wee ,went back
to sleep ,waking three hours later .I had a wee then got dressed went
into house and started making tea ,the kettle boiled poured into mug
suddenly I had the urge to BM I picked up the tea and made my way to the
THETFORD ELEGANCE PORTTA POTTIE in the garage I put down the tea ,dropped
my jogging bottoms and pants lifted lid and sat down ,immediately my
bowels opened had a wee then my bowels opened again , it was a really
good crap.
I picked up the tea and drank and dribbled more wee before wiping. I have
now just emptied the three potties.

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STEPHEN.P

POOPING IN CAMPERVAN

Last night went to gym two hours on exercise bike hot shower.
I revered into the drive took THETFORD 245 POTTIE from garage put into
campervan closed doors ,undressed for bed .I sat on pottiie to relax
and pass wind after a wee lasting, one minute,farted a few times then
had a follow through ,sat for a few minutes then wiped with ELSAM BLUE
toilet roll hung on door.
I climbed into bed went to sleep waking several times for a wee,when the
alarm sounded ,had a wee then sat on bed for twenty minutes.i needed a
poop so sat on pottie ,had a NUMBER TOO wiped then dressed and went into
house made and drank four mugs of tea.
one hour later went back to van had a wee then emptied the pottie
I have a much better bowel movement on a pottie due to the low seating
thirteen inches and think the effort of emptying is well worth it

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Princess Toadstool Peach

In the Swimming Pool Restroom having a BM Dump with Rosalina

Hello everyone I am Princess Toadstool Peach and today I went for a
relaxing big swim at the local Swimming Pool with my best friend Princess
Rosalina and now after swimming and eating lots of food for our lunch.
Nature called! So me and Rosalina went to the girl’s restroom to take a
poo together. With our bladders tingling and our ???? squeezing we knew
this was going to be a nice big one too. Rosalina took the stall on the
left while I took the middle one and as I got ready I saw a mother with
her toddler daughter telling her ‘Honey you ready to go make a poopy?’
She putting a pink potty in the stall to my right. “No!” Said the
daughter but she quickly changed her mind when she heard her ???? hurting
so she ripped off her Huggies pull up and sat down on it. As she did I
locked the stall, I lifted the toilet took off my bikini bottoms, give my
bottom a little wiggle and sit down on the toilet as I heard the noise of
the little toddler girl pushing the poo out of her bottom poo hole as her
mother encouraged her to go and I heard Rosalina going wee tinkling
loudly into the toilet which the seat was covered in toilet paper due to
Rosalina being a germaphobe. “Mummy I feel poopy coming out!” “Good good
now push it all out of there sweetie!” I heard the daughter toddler say
to her mother. Then I heard my BFF Rosalina releasing a monster truck
sized load into the toilet. Pee Eww Rosalina I say to myself what have
you been eating lately. Sheesh!! Then I begin to poo. Nice big ones too!
“PLOP SPLAT PLOOP PAAAAARRRRPP SPLASH PLUNK PLUNK PLUNK plop plop plop
plop ploop!!” Then I hear the little toddler girl giving out a big
squeeze then I hear a loud “FLUMP!!” As she poos a enormous dump pinching
her loaf. Once she’s done all of us clean up. “Well done dearie you
pooped a nice big one in the potty. Now let’s cleaned up!” She wipes her
bottom the same with me and Rosalina. Then afterwards we all leave the
restroom after flushing and washing our hands. The last I heard from the
toddler girl and her mother was “Papi is going to be so proud with you
Peaches!” Aw that’s so sweet above all and adorable. Wait her name is
PEACHES???!!!

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Lena

To Mrs BIGandhard

4 inches? Oof. I once had a 3 inch wide one which was back in 2013 and I
tell you… my anus burned like hell. Pooping is always satisfying… but
not if you have diarrhea or it’s just too big to come out. Hope you feel
better soon.

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Jaycie

Disaster of a Day

Hey guys, I’ve been in this site before but haven’t posted and thought I
would share a story of what happened to me today. I am 24 years old,
blonde, around 5’8″

I’ve been unable to poop for about 4 days now and have been looking for
some serious relief. I’ve seen people post on here using Metamucil with
prune juice to get things moving so I decided to give it a try. Last
night a took 2 servings of Metamucil and chugged it in about a minute and
drank a lot of water and went to bed. In the morning I woke up slightly
bloated but no urgency to go to the bathroom so I decided it was time to
pull out the prune juice before breakfast. I plugged my nose and chugged
about half of the bottle, so desperate for something to come out, in
hindsight this was a huge mistake.

About 3 hours later I still didn’t feel anything moving around in my gut,
I thought all hope was lost so I decided to do some shopping around the
mall, again big mistake. As I’m driving over to the mall I begin to feel
a slight rumble in my gut which was not a good sign of what was to come.
I felt a fart coming on so I buckled down and pushed to get some relief.
When I tell you this was the LOUDEST fart I’ve had in quite some time I
mean it. I was about 5 seconds and felt as if it shook my car seat. I was
beginning to regret my decision of coming to the mall because I am
terrified and slightly disgusted by public toilets, sometimes you don’t
have a choice though.

I get out of my car and start walking into the mall when I am hit with a
cramp forces me to stop moving and slightly bend over. Fear is starting
to set in, I am either about to poop myself or absolutely destroy a
public toilet. I gave up on my main goal of shopping and made a B-Line
for the restroom. I walk down the narrow hallway to the restrooms,
letting out a few risky farts on the way, the last one completely out of
my control. There’s no entrance door to the men’s or women’s restrooms,
meaning people would be able to hear my dump from outside the restroom.
However, I didn’t have a choice anymore, it was my spandex shorts or the
toilet.

I enter the restroom and see 8 stalls down the left side of the room with
6 being taking and 4 people waiting in line. I found this quite odd but
when I went up to the open stalls and found out why. The handicap stall
at the end was covered in diarrhea on the walls, on the toilet seat, and
on the floor. I couldn’t in my right mind use that one. The 2nd stall in
the row was clogged with mushy pop and toilet paper at the bottom. Never
in a million years would use either of these toilets but more people had
entered the queue to use the restroom and I wasn’t sure if I could hold
everything at my back door. My body made that choice for me by letting
out an uncontrollable wet fart which forced my hand to my butt and
stomach, leading me to sprint in and close the stall door behind me.

I don’t even have time to wipe off the seat, i pull my spandex shorts and
underwear down to my ankles and fall back onto the seat with force.
Within seconds I EXPLODE into the toilet with mushy diarrhea and two loud
wet farts to announce what is to come. After the first wave I already
felt splash back from the dirty, clogged toilet water and wanted to die
right then and there, so DISGUSTING. I barely had time to comprehend what
had happened when my stomach gurgled and a cramp hit me, forcing me to
release another diarrhea bomb that the side of the bowl and a little out
of the back of the seat. I felt like I was done for now but I was still
blasting some loud farts. The embarrassment of the whole thing was
starting to set in, for 10 minutes I’ve been blasting away on this toilet
with someone on the other side waiting to take my place, just to see it’s
clogged and layered with 4 days worth of diarrhea. I decided it was time
to wipe but as I grabbed the toilet paper I felt another cramp and moaned
aloud as one last wave of diarrhea forcefully splashed into the water
back onto my butt. The wiping process took another 10 minutes and finally
I was ready to get up and leave. I could barely walk after what I had put
that toilet thru. I stumble out of the stall and a person in line looks
at my creation and gags almost immediately. I’ve never been so
embarrassed and to top that, I accidentally fart again while passing her
on my way out.

At this point I feel too ill to go shopping and head back to my car,
hoping to ride the rest of this out at home. This experiment may go down
as one of the dumbest decisions in my life time. I get back into my car
and begin to pull out and head home when I get that familiar feeling. My
gut begins to gurgle out loud and I feel some serious pressure on my
butt. There is no way I make it all the way back home. Then out of the
corner of my eye, I see the only thing I hate more than public toilets
portable toilets. At this point I have already been completely humbled
today and i would rather not destroyed my car with diarrhea. I drive down
to the end of the parking lot to the row of 3 portable toilets. I step
inside and there is barely any room to move around. Even with being this
desperate I refuse to sit on the plastic black seat.

I pull down my shorts and underwear again and slightly squat, my hand
placed up against the door of the portable toilet for extra leverage on
the beast I was about to release. I bare down and push. I release the
most foul diarrhea with farts that’s spray it all over the seat, walls,
and floor of the porta Jon. The relief was so immaculate that I didn’t
even bother looking back I just kept blasting away, wave after wave of
EXPLOSIVE diarrhea. By this point there was barely a spot on the toilet
seat that wasn’t covered in my mess and the smell was beginning to make
me lightheaded. I felt I giant cramp coming on, this next wave was gonna
be bad! The cramp toppled me over and made me lose my balance as I fell
backwards onto the diarrhea covered seat. I tried to get up but pure
liquid diarrhea kept me from getting any leverage. After that was over I
sat and cried over the situation that had just unfolded. I am COVERED in
diarrhea, all over my butt. How am I gonna clean all of this!!! For about
20 minutes I cleaned my bottom to the best of my ability, occasionally
sharting during the process.

After exiting the portable toilet, I stumbled back to my car and rushed
home. I’ve had a few more waves of diarrhea but I believe it is dying
down now. I should’ve never decided to leave my apartment today. I never
want to experience what happened to me today ever again. Hope this story
can make someone’s day a little better

Jaycie

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Victoria and Robyn

Green and Brown Loos Spoke

Hey everybody it’s Robyn and Victoria!

Chakamami, we love all of you so much

Catherine, so glad to see you here again!

Love,
Victoria and Robyn

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James

Involuntarily pushing out poo

Denise, I was interested to read your post about accidents where you have
the irresistible, involuntary urge to push out the poo. My experience,
like yours, Catherine’s and Nytecat’s, is that this is the rarest kind of
accident, but it is one of the most distinctive and feels very unique.

I’ll make a distinction here between accidents where the urge to push out
the poo is completely unconscious and impossible to stop, and those where
there’s a conscious element of either wanting to get things over with
once an accident is already underway, or feeling so uncomfortable or ill
with holding it in that letting an accident happen starts to become the
least-worst option – I’ve already written about a few of those.

As people who read my older posts will know, my bowel habit has always
been at the mushier end of the range compared to most people, and it’s
quite normal for me to do two or three large poos per day. I’ve almost
never experienced truly hard poo, and constipation for me would be doing
a solid log with the consistency of thick clay that needs to be pushed
out rather than coming out on its own. At the other end of the range,
I’ll sometimes do runnier, slurry-like poos if my bowels are a bit looser
than usual, but I’d still consider this fairly normal – for me, diarrhoea
is when the consistency of the slurry moves from something like apple pie
filling to being more like thick custard, or when things start to become
liquid, or even (very rarely) watery. Sometimes, my normal mushy poos
will be preceded by a small lump of firmer poo, which helps with holding
everything in. As I mentioned in an earlier post, another relevant thing
is that it was very common for me as a kid to have a large accident in
which everything would rush out at once, followed by another accident
somewhere between 5-30 minutes later that would be the same size or
larger, and then possibly additional smaller accidents at intervals after
that, usually if my poo was at the looser end of the scale and I hadn’t
managed to find a toilet that I was willing to get cleaned up in yet.

For me, I’ve most often felt the involuntary urge to push with those
later accidents (the third onwards). I think this might have been because
the intense pressure of the first couple of rounds of poo left my rectum
a bit sensitive, along with the poo being runnier, and so the next time I
got the urge I’d start to feel like my body wanted to push even if I was
still holding on. The urge to push would get stronger the longer I held
on – it’s hard to describe, but it was a bit like trying to put off a
sneeze – I’d manage it for a while, but after a short while I’d feel all
my abdominal muscles squeeze against my will, and the poo would rush out
into my pants even if I was trying to hold my bum closed. Also like a
sneeze, this could feel quite overwhelming in the moment it happened – it
was an extremely intense physical sensation. Usually, with this kind of
accident, the amount of poo wouldn’t be huge as most of it would have
already come out earlier, but if the accidents were happening because I
was starting to come down with a stomach upset then it could still be
quite a lot. Doing more poo in my pants when I was already messy
increased the chance of it leaking into my trousers, but if the previous
accident was starting to feel cold and clammy then it would at least add
some warmth. If I got the urge like this when I was walking home with
messy underwear and knew I would be able to clean up in private, I
sometimes wouldn’t try to fight the impulse to push if the pressure
sensation was too uncomfortable, as my pants would have already been
written off by that point – this was more of the “let’s get it over with”
situation.

A rarer type of accident involving uncontrollably pushing was when it was
part of the first poo to come out in my pants that day. This was rare
because my accidents usually involved so much pressure building up that
the poo would come out whether I pushed or not, so the main sensation was
of my bum opening up involuntarily and everything coming out in a
porridgey rush. I’ve written in the past about how I could hold on longer
if the very first part of the poo was a firmer nugget, and the
combination of circumstances that led to involuntary pushing seemed to be
a larger-than-usual firm lump being followed by runnier-than-usual
slurry. In that situation, the urge to push often came a moment or two
after me starting to feel a pain right at the bottom of my abdomen along
with a wave of pressure. This would be even more like a sneeze, because
the involuntary urge to push would usually be followed by actually
pushing everything out under ten seconds later. The resulting accident
would be very large and sloppy, and happen extremely quickly, with a bit
more chance of the seat of my trousers getting dirty or stained rather
than just my pants.

I can only clearly remember this happening perhaps four times – one of
them was in the classroom right at the start of Y5 (I would have been
nearly ten), just ten minutes before the end of the school day. The urge
to go had been building steadily since afternoon break, but I thought I’d
last until hometime, and our teacher that year was known for being
reluctant to let people leave the classroom so I was even more unwilling
to ask than usual. A few minutes before it happened, the pressure had
suddenly started to get much, much stronger, along with an uneasy ‘runny
????’ feeling, and I was trying to sit as firmly in my chair as I could
to help me hold on. I then had an even stronger surge of pressure, I felt
that low-down belly ache, and I suddenly found myself sitting in class
with the absolutely overwhelming urge to push, as if I was already on the
loo. I couldn’t stop myself, but I tried to keep sitting down hard in the
hope that I might keep things in that way instead. It didn’t work, and a
large rush of warm and very mushy poo was pushed out of my bum. Because
of how I was sitting, leaning back in my chair with my bum firmly planted
on the seat, the poo was mostly forced forwards between my legs and
around my front bits. This was something I never liked because I worried
about getting an infection, or just not being able to pee easily if I
needed to go behind a tree before getting home. The sensation of pushing
it out whilst sitting in the classroom was absolutely overwhelming – it
took over my whole body and I couldn’t do or think anything else whilst
it was happening. I was lucky never to have experienced being sick in the
classroom, but I wonder if classmates who had that happen might have felt
something similar, with a combination of panic and loss of control.

The only other kid on my table that afternoon was my best friend, and he
didn’t say anything at the time, so I thought I’d escaped undetected.
Later on, he told me that he knew what I’d done, because I’d gone from
looking anxious and increasingly fidgety to having a few seconds of going
completely still, with wide eyes and a blank face – like I’d been stunned
– before recovering and looking anxious again, but no longer fidgety. At
the same time, he noticed a fart-like smell that didn’t fade away.
Because we knew about a few of each other’s accidents and were close
friends, I trusted him not to tell anyone, and I don’t think he ever did.
The seat of my trousers was very damp after this, but our school had a
dress code of dark brown, blue or black trousers, and mine were mainly
dark brown or black, so the dampness wasn’t visible. My mum didn’t
immediately notice my dirty pants whilst we were walking home, and I was
hoping to rush to the loo to clean up, but the smell gave me away as soon
as we got inside and she took me to the bathroom to help me sort myself
out. This was embarrassing, but I also kind of appreciated it as I was
too messy to have been able to get myself properly clean on my own at
that age. I did do another quite runny poo later that evening, but I got
to the toilet in time for that one, and my bowels were back to normal by
the next day.

The final, and rarest, type of involuntary pushing (for me) only happened
once, and it was mid-way through an accident rather than starting it. On
the rare occasions that my poo was much firmer than usual, I could hold
it in for hours, so it barely ever came out in my underwear. There was
one time when I was eight when my family was driving for several hours
across the country to go on holiday, and we got caught in a long traffic
jam on the motorway. I’d been holding in a poo most of the day, and it
was very, very gradually getting more urgent, but before the traffic jam
started I wasn’t seriously worried. However, with the added delay, I
started to feel my bum getting tired, and eventually a firm and very wide
log pushed its way a couple of inches out into my pants, but then
stopped, as I was sitting down on my booster seat and it was too firm to
flow out further. I kept sitting there with the poo half in and half out,
whilst the pressure sensation built up further, but nothing else happened
– it might have been the most uncomfortable accident I ever had.
Eventually, I started to feel a rising urge to push, which I kept trying
to suppress, and this time the actual pushing started in fits and starts.
My stomach muscles would tense up for a moment, then I’d be able to make
them relax, then they’d tense up longer and harder. Eventually, the urge
took over completely and my body pushed as hard as possible. Still,
nothing much happened, as there was nowhere for the poo to go, and it
started to feel quite painful. In the end, I had to lever myself off the
seat so it could come out, and the whole poo must have been about ten
inches long and a couple wide. It was also quite uncomfortable and itchy
to sit in compared to my usual soft poo, although some mush came out
right after the solid poo that cushioned it a bit. This was an accident
that was soon noticed by my parents, and when we eventually got out of
the traffic and made it to the holiday house my mum took me to the
bathroom to clean me up. Given how long we’d been stuck in the car, she
was very understanding about what I’d done.

To Nytecat, regarding different types of underwear – I think I might have
been particularly unlucky with the boxer-briefs because the accident I
had was whilst I was walking, and it was at the runnier end of the usual
range for me. As well as that, my usual briefs and y-fronts had a baggy
bum and tight leg elastic, whereas the boxer-briefs were tight around my
bum but less tight around the legs. They’d probably have done better
against a firmer poo, or maybe if I’d been sitting down when the poo came
out, but in that case they might have leaked as soon as I stood up. I
still need to post the follow-up to that accident, which was a very
different way of ending up with pooey socks, but this is already quite
long so I’ll write about it another time.

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Willa

Public poop with new buddy!

Hey everyone! Making my random pop in after a fun experience the other
daySo recently a new girl, Chelsea, started at my work. We hit it off
quite well. As the wifey and I are both pretty introverted, we always
encourage each other if we meet someone else we can enjoy some social
time with. Turns out Chelsea and I are both big readers, so we decided to
tag along together to the big book store at our local shopping center
after work. We stopped at the in store coffee shop first and sipped on a
drink for a while, then proceeded to start browsing the store
After 10 minutes or so, I noticed Chelsea shifting a little
uncomfortably”I think that coffee is doing its thing”, she said, and
blushed a little. “Oh, I hear ya girl”, I giggled, feeling a little
stirring myself and suddenly bristling with excitement! A buddy poop with
a new friend?! Sign me up!I volunteered, hopefully not too
enthusiastically”I poop here all the time, let’s go!”
We made our way to and entered the ample restroom, which featured 4
stalls, 3 standard and one handicap at the end. There was a pair of feet
in brightly colored flip flops under the first stall, and I heard a loud
crackling as she went up on her tiptoes! Already a win!I grabbed the
stall next to the already seated pooper, and Chelsea settled in next to
me. My butt had barely hit the seat when I heard Chelsea groan. I looked
down and saw her heels pop out of her flats and immediately heard a
torrent of loose poop unleash into her bowl. At the same time my neighbor
was crackling out another log. I tingled with pleasure and started to
push, and soon all three of us were pooping in unison! I was really
impressed (and thrilled!), that Chelsea was so open and shame free to be
emptying out right next to her new buddy. We all dropped quite the load,
and the bathroom stunk pretty bad! As luck would have it, all three of us
began wiping around the same time, and from the sounds of the rolls, all
had quite the cleanup.The flushes and exits occured one after the other.
I was a bit surprised to see that the original pooper was just a younger
teenage girl, as it sounded as if she unleashed quite a load. We all
washed up and left, and Chelsea and I continued to browse. God that felt
good, she mused as we walked out, and I thanked my lucky stars to have
another confident and open pooper in my life!!

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VioletIndigo

Comments on nervousness and sharing your interest

Partially in response to MD Dan’s story:

I relate to the wide-eyed nervous feeling of being “found out” for being
especially interested in bathroom usage. I kept it secret from everyone
for a really long time. Since I became an adult, I’ve opened up to people
who are close to me. I always imagined, as a little girl and as a
teenager, that they would have a hostile reaction, but I haven’t ever
been on the receiving end of a reaction like that.

I know I mentioned before that I have been open about it with my
girlfriend, and while she doesn’t really get it she’s supportive of it. I
mentioned before that we’ve peed in each other’s presences before, that
comes with the territory of being in a gay relationship since when we’re
out in public together we use the same bathrooms, and then we’ve seen
each other pee too. We’re open about farting, and talking about pooping.
I’m still too nervous to do any pooping stuff around her, even though I
know she would not be judgemental.

When I’ve mentioned my interest to my friends, they’ve all pretty much
had the same reaction of “that’s hilarious,” in a friendly way. The only
reaction I’ve gotten that wasn’t so friendly was when I mentioned it to
my ex (I mentioned it early on in our relationship, so maybe that
explains his reaction). He looked surprised, and I couldn’t tell if he
was judgemental or if he was just caught off guard.

I don’t know what the point of this post is, maybe to just share that I
did not need to be nervous and that if you trust someone enough to share
you are interested in this they may be far less judgemental than you
imagine, you may even have an interest in common.

VioletIndigo

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Tuesday, July 2, 2024

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James

Dirty socks without messy trousers

Following on from my earlier post, here is the other story about a time
that (one of) my socks got trashed. This is a bit more of an odd one, and
it happened a few months after the boxer-brief incident.

To set the context, my secondary school had various after-school clubs
that you could join, and I was in a couple of them, including the school
orchestra. By the time orchestra rehearsals finished, most of the school
would have been locked up, and we had to exit through the main reception.
One minor effect of this was that it was the only time that the disabled
toilets near that area were made available for anyone to use, as the
other toilet blocks would be locked and most of the pupils and staff
would have already gone home. For me, this meant I was more likely to
stop and go the toilet before walking home than at other times, as the
disabled loos were larger, individual and very private, rather than
having a row of cubicles with gaps under the doors and partitions, and
being busy and possibly filled with bullies.

During one rehearsal, I was feeling a strong urge to poo, as usual for
the end of the school day. I’d also been quite gassy and had been letting
off a fair few silent farts, under the cover of the louder bits of music.
As I was packing up my oboe, I felt a small firm lump of poo squeeze out
that I couldn’t quite get to go back in (another of those ‘cork poos’, as
I thought of them). I could feel it nestled between my buttocks, no more
than an inch long, and I knew that I’d need to remove it quickly and do
the rest in the toilet to avoid a stain. I made my way to the disabled
loo and locked the door.

Inside, I took off my shoes, removed my trousers and then carefully
lowered my pants to my knees. As expected, it was easy to get rid of the
poo by picking it up with some toilet paper and dropping it in the
toilet. I took my pants off altogether and gave them a quick wipe to
minimise the skidmark. Whilst I was doing this, I did another large and
involuntary fart, but didn’t think much of it. I lined the toilet seat
with paper and sat down to do the main, mushier part of my poo in the
toilet, and then stood up to wipe.

Before putting my pants and trousers back on, I walked over to the sink
on the other side of the bathroom and gave my hands a good wash. As I was
doing so, I shifted my weight and noticed a strange sticky feeling on one
of my feet. I bent my leg to look at my sock, and saw a patch of squashed
poo there – I then looked at the floor that I’d just crossed and realised
that I’d left a series of round brown marks on the floor. Without
realising, a small blob of poo had come out when I farted, and had landed
on the floor near the toilet. I’d then backed onto it when I stood up to
wipe.

As quickly as I could, I cleaned the patches on the floor with wet paper
towels. I took off both socks and threw them in the bin (wrapped in the
paper). I cleaned the sole of my foot and then quickly got my things on,
washed my hands again and left – with only a few minutes to spare before
I might have risked getting locked into the school, as no-one would have
known I was still in the loo. Ironically, my underwear was barely stained.

Looking back more than 20 years later, if I’d ever been willing to talk
to the school nurse about my issues with pooing then I would have
probably been given a pass to use that toilet whenever I needed, which
might have avoided some of the accidents I had whilst walking home from
secondary school, but I would have died of embarrassment having that
conversation. In any case, I could always find a way to rationalise my
soiled undies to myself and convince myself that I was only a bit more
accident-prone than other kids my age, even when with hindsight I should
have realised I was pooing my pants far more often than average.

Thinking about my last post on involuntary pushing, I realised I already
described an incident where that happened during the third and final wave
of an accident when I had a bad cold – it was on page 2888, if anyone
wants to read it.

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Petro

To Lena:

Hello, Lena!
I’d like to ask you several questions about your pooping and peeing, if
you don’t mind. I’d like to introduce myself too. My name is Petro, I’m
41. I was born and grew up in Ukraine, but I constantly live in Germany
since 2001.
1. Is it usually difficult for you to poop?
2. As you’re pooping, have you usually to strain a lot for pushing your
poo out?
3. Do you usually fart before you start pooping?
4. As you go pooping, do you usually push one big turd out or do you poop
several ones out as a rule?
5. As you sit down on the toilet for pooping, have you usually to push a
lot before your first turd comes out? Does it ever occur with you during
pooping, that everything falls out at once?
6. Do you usually grunt while pooping or do you poop more often quietly?
7. Do you always poop by yourself? Do you ever use enema or suppositories?
8. Do you usually go pooping as you feel you have to do it? If you sat
down on the toilet and tried to poop without having an urge for it, would
you be able to poop in that case?
9. Had you ever a situation as you sat down on the toilet for pooping and
started pushing, but you couldn’t push your poo out? And had you often
situations as you had to push for a long time during pooping? If you had
such situations, did you perceive as a positive or a negative thing?
10. What is your poop schedule? At what day time do you usually go
pooping?
11. Do you usually poop every day or more rarely? If you poop every day,
do you do it one time a day or more than one time?
12. Do you like pooping? If you push a big poo out, is it pleasant for
you? Do you take it for a positive thing?
13. If you’ve pushed a big poo out, are you proud of it?
14. As you produced your biggest turd approximately in the 12th grade,
was it very difficult for you to push it out?
15. Do you ever try to poop after peeing?
16. Do you usually pee in the morning after getting up? If you do, do you
also try to poop after it?
17. Do you like peeing? If you pee a lot of urine out, is it pleasant for
you?
18. Can you stand up for peeing? If you can, do you often stand up for
peeing?
19. Do you often make a buddy dump with somebody nowadays?
20. Do you ever poop outdoors? As you do, do you make an outdoors buddy
dump with somebody of your friends?
21. I’d also like to ask you: do you live in USA, if it’s not a secret?
22. And I’d also like to ask you: may I ask you some questions about your
pooping and peeing as you were a young child?
I wish you happy pooping and peeing!
Petro

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About Relieving Oneself in the Muny Swimming Pool

Yesterday, I took my kid brother and my sister to our muny swimming pool.
My brother’s going to be 5 next month, but I still take him into the
girls locker room with me and Shannon. I had my brother wear his trunks
on our walk to the muny. But he defied me and didn’t use the bathroom
before leaving home. I did, but he is stubborn and couldn’t wait to
leave. So when we got to the crosswalk on 32nd St. he started acting up
because he had to poo. And it got worse with his complaints, so bad that
Shannon called him obnoxious. That’s a word my parents don’t like. But he
can be quite insulting when he doesn’t get his way. Shannon grabbed him,
talked to him, and she said he was going to lose his privileges at the
pool if he didn’t stop. He didn’t. We took this one alleyway behind some
homes and I saw a bunch of concrete building blocks stacked up. Me and
Shannon took 3 blocks down. Stacked them on top of one another. Then I
pulled my brother’s trunks down and hoisted him atop of the stack. He
complained about the cement tearing at his skin. We told him to sit still
for better results and both me and Shannon got a laugh. We knew he wanted
to be more nasty. We could hear his crap splatter out of him. But there
wasn’t anything for him to use to wipe. Shannon held up a fist full of
old leaves but I thought that would be too humiliating. And it would
potentially spread him some infection. He did straighten up and bit about
an hour after that. Shannon said he let him pee in the childrens’ pool.
She didn’t have the energy to take him back into the bathhouse.

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Anna from Austria

weird buddy dump at a conference

Was attending a international confernce last monday. After having lunch I
decided to go to ladies room to get rid of the food already.

While walking to bathroom I meet 2 ladies from New York City that were
also attending the conference. We entered the bathroom together.

I was rather big bathroom with 6 stalls. 3 stalls were occupied and 3
stalls were still open. The American business women took the 2 stalls to
the left and to the right and left the middle stall. to me.

At first I did not think anything about it but as soon they started to
talk with each other I was really irritated why they did not take the 2
stalls next to each other.

I was now in the middle of their conversation literally and could not
hold me poop any longer. I started to pee, then pre a port fart and a big
turd ejected from my behind. Then some more farts and a smaller turd. the
whole time I was pooping the 2 ladies kept talking with other. Then they
both started to pee quite forcely and then I could hear the lady on the
left doing a loud prft type fart and then I could hear some crackling
noise and some farts. Sounded like the lady on the left also had to go
quite bad. The lady on the right flushed and left. I cleaned myself
flushed, and left after washing my hands. The lady on the left was still
in there and busy with her poop when I left.

that is my story for the day.

greetings from Austria

Anna

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James

Involuntarily pushing out poo

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To Catherine

Catherine I really enjoyed your story about the poop u took hope it came
out ok. Do u poop in public? It really depends on how bad I have to go if
I really really have to go than I go in public but if not than I go at
home. Me & my mom are open about going to the bathroom. She texts me &
tells me when she needs to poop or if she’s went poop. I had a good bowel
movement today came out nice & smooth. Looking forward to hearing back
from u. The name is Austin by the way

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Jaycie

Disaster of a Day

Hey guys, I’ve been in this site before but haven’t posted and thought I
would share a story of what happened to me today. I am 24 years old,
blonde, around 5’8″

Jaycie

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Cammie

Car peeing and pooping with Ava

Sorry everyone for the long break. It’s just that between school and
life, I haven’t had much free time on my hands.

Audrey: If you’re still lurking, post your story about peeing and/or
pooping in the bath.

Avery and Esme: Nice to hear from you again.

Here’s the story from around last Christmas that I led into in my last
post:

Ever since I was a freshman, I’ve taken a liking to peeing and pooping in
my car. However, unlike Car Mom and Toilet Car (if you remember them), I
try to keep the mess to a minimum. I guess I’m not quite as adventurous.
In my car, I typically keep a couple of thick, fluffy towels, baby wipes,
and plastic grocery bags. Whenever I need to pee, I usually just pull my
panties down, sit on the towel, and let loose. The soft towel feels
really good against my vagina while I’m peeing. I can then roll the towel
up and throw it in the washer when I get home. The grocery bags come in
handy whenever there is poop.

When I was home for winter break, I went out for some last minute
Christmas shopping and took my 11 year old sister Ava with me. Ava knows
about my car peeing and pooping and decided she wanted to try it, so I
made sure she had her own towel in my car. When we finally got to the
mall, we were both bursting to pee, so I pulled over in a secluded area.
Ava wanted me to go first, so I pulled my leggings (no panties) down, sat
on my towel, and released my pee. My vagina made a soft hiss as a huge
yellow stain grew between my legs. After I finished up, the towel was
soaked and quite heavy.

Now Ava was up, but she wanted to try something different. She got in the
backseat and spread her towel over the middle seat and console, took her
shorts (also without panties) all the way off, and sat in the middle back
seat with her legs spread and feet propped on the front seats. Ava let
out the cutest little sigh as a clear yellow jet of pee erupted from her
vagina. Her pee arced onto the console and splashed me on the arm. In
response to this, she giggled, causing her stream to arc over the towel
onto the dashboard. This caused Ava to burst out in a fit of giggles as
her stream missed the towel completely and splattered against the
dashboard, windshield, and ceiling. Finally, her stream died down. I say,
“I guess your pee is giggle powered!” She confessed that whenever she
giggles while peeing in the toilet, her stream arcs over the rim and into
the floor. After that, we wiped Ava’s pee up as best we could and got
started shopping.

After spending all day at the mall, we decided to get some tacos for
dinner and head home, which was normally around 1.5 hours drive, but in
LA, we know that a 1.5 hour drive can easily turn into 3 hours or more
with traffic. As our luck would have it, we hit a major backup only a few
miles down the freeway. Not only that, but Ava started rolling off fart
after stinky fart as the tacos from earlier started descending into her
colon.

Ava has a pooping routine much like Bill F’s sister Sam. Instead of a
single signal fart, she will suddenly get really gassy and begin letting
out very strong smelling farts, a sign that peristalsis has started in
her bowels. When the farts start, she will most likely be pooping in
about 30 minutes or an hour at most whether she wants to or not. As she
gets closer, her farts start to smell worse and come more frequently.
When she finally lets go, she lets out one last long airy fart that
starts off as a ripping sound and transforms in to a hiss or puff and
finally into a squeak, changing pitch as her anus opens wider and her
turd descends. This is her version of the “no going back” fart and is
followed immediately by the signature crackling of her poop sliding out.

Anyway, it became clear that Ava would soon be pooping in the car as her
farts started happening closer and closer together and she had an
uncomfortable look on her face. I asked her, “Were gonna be stuck here
for a while. Why don’t you just get your towel back out and poop on it?”
She responded that she’s a little worried about how big it’s going to be
because she hasn’t pooped in three days. After about 20 more minutes, she
realizes that it will soon be coming out whether she wants it to or not,
and going on the towel sounds better than going in her shorts.

When she finally relented, she unbuckled, spread her towel over the seat,
took off her shorts, and laid the seat back. Like myself (and possibly
most people), any time Ava poops, some pee always comes out with it.
Since her positioning meant that her vagina was pointed straight up, I
told her to go ahead and take her shirt off as well to avoid getting pee
on it. She then took off her shirt and training bra and threw them in the
back seat with her other clothes. Luckily, my car has tinted windows, so
no one could see her. Now that Ava is getting close to the point of no
return, she’s farting several times per minute, so the car already stinks
pretty bad.

Ava leans back again and pulls her feet up so her anus faces forward,
leaving room for her poop to slide out onto the towel under her. As soon
as she relaxes and gets comfortable, Ava lets out a little grunt as her
face scrunches up and her belly flexes as she starts to push and releases
her signature RRRRPPPFFFFFFTSSSQUEAK fart. Finally, the fart leads into
that telltale crackling sound as I look over and see a firm fat turd
starting to slide out of her. Sure enough, Ava’s vagina erupts with a
clear yellow pee stream that shoots a little over two feet up and rains
down on the towel and her lower belly. After about 16 inches, the turd
finally breaks off, and the little fountain between her thighs shuts off.
She gives another gentle push as some soft serve consistency poop coils
out of her with a wet, bubbly crackling sound. As soon as it reaches the
end, she pushes a few more times to make sure she’s released everything,
spurting out a little more pee in the process, and finally she’s all
done. At this point, the inside of the car smells horrible. The first
turd, as I mentioned, was about 16 inches long and 2 inches wide, and the
second is about 1.5 inches wide and would be about a foot long if it was
uncoiled. It’s hard to believe something so big and so stinky could come
out of a small 11 year old girl.

Ava then dumps her poop into a plastic bag and uses baby wipes to clean
herself up before she rolls her towel back up and puts her clothes back
on. I ask her if she feels better, and she responds “a lot better!” I
then roll the windows down to let the car air out. We finally arrive home
2 hours later, and my car was still stinking pretty bad. Actually, it was
over a week later before my car finally stopped smelling like Ava’s poop.
Neither of us have pooped in the car since then and probably won’t
because of the smell unless either of us has another case of desperation.
Actually, mine and Ava’s normal poop isn’t nearly as bad as a case of
constipation cured by tacos. Anyway, I’m glad I let Ava do something that
made her feel so much better without destroying her shorts.

Until next time!

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Charlotte
I have a pee story about me and my neighbor from when I was like 6 and he
was 8. We played together a lot outside and this time we were throwing a
beach ball back and forth in his yard. His older brother who was
babysitting him called him in because the weather turned bad. But as a
compromise we played in his garage which had enough room for us to keep
tossing it back and forth. To be honest I was afraid of the storm so I
felt afraid to leave to walk home. I really had to pee suddenly though! I
was embarrassed so tried to hide that I had to go. But my neighbor
noticed because he asked what was wrong. I admitted that I had to pee. He
put the beach ball down and went and picked up a bucket.

“You can go potty in this” he said.
“No way!” I said.
“I won’t tell anyone, just go potty in it” he insisted.

I had to go so bad I couldn’t keep arguing. I begrudgingly dropped my
shorts and panties to around my ankles, exposing my little vagina to him.
He giggled when he saw it because apparently he hadn’t seen one before
other than his mom’s and normally I would be really shy about it being
seen by a boy but I was so full of pee I just couldn’t help but give in.
He had me stand with my legs apart as he held the bucket between my legs
under my vagina. Again normally I’d make a fuss because I’d be so
embarrassed but now I didn’t because I had to pee so bad. It took me a
little to start peeing and it sure didn’t help that he was staring at my
private part the whole time before I peed AND the whole time I peed. I
actually ultimately filled up the whole thing and I don’t think I’d ever
peed that much in my life.

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Toiletkid

Public potty break

I walk outside when my stomach started to gurgle. After a few minutes, I
felt the need to poop. My house was far away, so I decided to use the
public restroom. I started to look for a toilet and, after about ten
minutes, found one and went inside. Of course, I went to the men’s room!
There were several stalls occupied, but luckily there was an empty one. I
went into the empty stall and locked the door behind me. There was a
suspended white toilet and a full roll of toilet paper. I pulled down my
pants and underwear and sat on the potty. The seat was a little cold, but
I quickly got used to it. I began pooping, with several loud farts. Then
a large poop started to crawl out of me. The poop crawled slowly, but I
felt a sense of satisfaction as I started pooping. After a couple of
minutes, the poop fell into the toilet with a loud plop. Then I let out a
long fart. I farted loudly and for a long time. After that fart, I had
another poop, and this one came out quickly. Long-sized poop then started
crawling out. I pushed a few times, squeezing out the poop. The poop fell
into the toilet with several pieces and I sighed with relief. After I
finished, I started to wipe myself with toilet paper. I used three pieces
to clean my bottom. Then, I pulled up my briefs and pants and flushed the
toilet. The poop quickly whirling the bowl and was flushed away. After
that, I washed my hands at the sink and left the restroom. Five minutes
later, I felt like I needed to poop again. I returned to the public
toilet, but all the stalls were occupied. So, I decided to go home as
fast as possible. The urge to poop wasn’t very strong, so I hoped to make
it back home before it became too strong. I walked home at a fast pace,
but in the middle of the way, the urge to poop got stronger and my
stomach started gurgling loudly. I kept walking, almost running.
Suddenly, a blue toilet cabin appeared in my way. It was a luck! I
entered the cabin. There’s a small roll of toilet paper, but I usually
don’t need much. The cesspool is half full, but there’s still place for
poop. I pull down my pants and briefs and sat down. I farted few times,
then pushed, and with a crack, a large poop starts to crawl out. I pushed
again. After maybe five pushes, the poop falls into the cesspool with a
soft splat. I wiped myself with toilet paper and use three pieces again.
With a breath of relief, I stand up, pull up my underwear and pants, and
walk out of the toilet. I continue to walk home, but more slowly this
time and feeling myself good.

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MD Dan

Clarification, Replies, and Story

Hey everyone. Just to clarify, that was not my survey. There’s another
user going by “MD”, apparently. They are not affiliated with me at all.
Just to clear that up. I noticed several people responding to me with the
survey.

Catherine – I’m doing well and I hope you are too! I also enjoy your
stories very much!

Jessica – Thank you for reading my stories! I’m glad you enjoy them! That
must have been a pretty crazy experience in plane. Much better than the
alternative…it might have been all over the news if you hadn’t made it
to the bathroom lol (based on the recent news story about a sick
passenger).

Well, I finally have a story about the girl I met at the grocery store
(pg 3072). I’m going to go ahead and change her name (to avoid confusion,
mostly). I’ll just call her Kate from now on. To remind anyone, she’s 35,
dirty blond hair (usually in a pony tail), 5’7″, I think she’s very
attractive (obviously) and she has a great looking butt. Anyway, so we’d
been on about 5 dates since we met, and despite the circumstances of our
meeting, nothing was really brought up by either of us regarding the
topic of this forum. I know I didn’t bring it up because I was afraid it
would be weird, and I think she thought the same thing and avoided the
topic as well. At least until last night. I invited her over to my place
and planned to cook dinner and we could hang out, maybe watch a movie
afterwards, that kind of thing.

So she comes over around 7, I’ve got dinner made (risotto and scallops
with asparagus) and some white wine. We ate and talked about various
things, having a good time. After dinner, she was up for a movie so we
moved on over to the couch, snuggled up, and I turned something on. About
and hour and a half later (halfway through the movie), Kate kind of
shifted a bit and grimaced a little. I asked if she was okay, and she
said, “Yeah, just a little stomach ache. The dinner was a little richer
than I’m used to.” I had used a significant amount of high quality butter
in the risotto and to cook the scallops. I apologized and asked if she
needed anything, and she said, “No, thank you. Buuut….do you mind if I
fart while we’re sitting here?” She had a goofy grin on her face, similar
to her look back in the grocery store. I grinned back at her and said,
“Go for it. I don’t mind. It’s not like we haven’t done that before!” She
laughed and said, “Yeah…that was awkward, though!” I assured her it
wouldn’t be awkward anymore. At that, she put her head on my shoulder
(she was leaning onto me with her feet up on the couch, so her butt was
pointed away from me) and let go a ripping fart. She immediately started
laughing and said, “Thanks”, as a nasty sulfur smell filled the room.

Over the next 30 minutes, she would let out similar farts every 5 minutes
or so (though they were getting quieter and worse smelling), and a cute
giggle with a sigh every time. All of a sudden, I felt her tense like she
was about to let out another fart but she froze, then sat upright in a
flash. I looked at her, kind of grinning and holding back a laugh because
I figured what was about to happen. She looked at me, fear in her eyes,
but also still light-hearted, and said, “Oh my god! I need the bathroom!”
She jumped up, gritting her teeth, her ass clearly clenched through her
tight shorts, and ran in an awkward way over to the bathroom. I
immediately remembered that I had a huge dump in there earlier and used
the rest of the toilet paper and completely forgot to replace it. I ran
after her and called, “Kate, wait! I need to” and at that point she
already shut the door. I ran over to try to stop her, but it was too
late. I got to the door just in time to hear her sit down and erupt into
the bowl. It was just a barrage of soft poop and gas, blowing into the
toilet for about 5 seconds straight, followed by an enormous sigh.

Giving her a few seconds to compose herself, I gently tapped on the door
and said, “Hey, um, I don’t think there’s toilet paper in there. I forgot
to replace it earlier. Sorry!” Kate responded, “What!?” Then started
laughing and said, “Well, I guess you’re going to need to get me some.”
Glad she was taking it so well, I went and got another couple of rolls
and knocked on the door. She said, “Come on in, it’s okay!” My heart
about exploded at this. I was already getting excited, but this sent me
over the top. I’ve heard women pooping before, but it’s rare for me to
actually see them on the toilet. I opened the door and was immediately
hit by the stench. She was sitting there, all the way back on the toilet,
kind of hunched forward with her arms on her lap, her shorts down around
her bare feet. She looked up at me, smiling, and said, “Thanks!” as she
took a roll. She gave me a suspicious look and said, “So you ‘forgot’ to
replace the roll, huh?” and winked at me. My eyes got wide and I swore I
just forgot to. She said, “I’m just teasing. I don’t mind.” and started
smiling again. She rubbed her stomach and let out a breath, then a bubbly
fart slipped out and some loose poop fell into the toilet. At this point,
there was no way I could hide my excitement and she clearly noticed. She
giggled and said, “Well, I’m glad YOU’RE having a good time!” She was
done at this point and I gave her privacy to get cleaned up while I
waited back on the couch. She came back from the bathroom a couple
minutes later, in a completely different mood, if you know what I mean.
And that’s where this story is going to end here.

Take care, everyone! I can’t wait to see some more stories from everyone!

Princess Toadstool Peach

Thanks so much!

Hello everyone I’m Princess Toadstool Peach and I like to thank you
Chakamami (Hisae, Kazumi, Maho, Mina) and answers under my name for
answering truthfully about your bathroom business. I hope your day has
been wonderful defecating and urinating. Bye bye now!

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Chakamami (Hisae, Kazumi, Maho, Mina)

Dear Jessica

Kazumi (real name Kazuko, but when we talk about loo and motion, we call
her Kazumi) was very happy, read your post. Often she muse, “how is
Jessica? I hope she can sit very comfortable on favourite loo and produce
and produce and produce for more than 30 minutes with very good feeling
until she is very empty and there is huge brown mountain under her.” “and
I want to do same” she always say. She always say thanks to you.

You asked, do Japanese women have huge bowel movement? Somewhere this
site Mina read and translate, size of Japanese bowel movement is 2nd in
world, first is somewhere Africa. Perhaps this is not only woman but also
man. We don’t know. But we do know that our bowel movement, all four of
us, is very very enormous. Because we eat like tyrannosaurus and we eat
so much vegetables. For all of us it is a Paradise to sit on loo very
long time and produce mountain which is more bigger than watermelon.

This is quite new experience for Hisae. Few years ago her style was to do
bowel movement three or four times in a day, sometimes five or six, so
her defecate was 25% of now’s size. Now she is same with her three
crushes. Very long time and very huge volume.

For Mina it is no problem to do noisy and smelly bowel movement huge size
take long time when her brother is in flat. She thinks his bowel movement
also huge, but Mina’s one is more huger. Mina’s brother’s beautiful wife
also do very huge and noisy defecate, take long time, then bounce out of
loo, put her beautiful bottom on knees of her husband who is Mina’s
brother, same bottom which produced huge brown watermelon only few
minutes before, and tell details to her husband and to Mina. And husband
caress her hair and smile to her with a full of love in his eyes.

Hisae says same thing. When she had boyfriend, he sometimes shitted huge
volume in her flat, but she shitted more huger volume, and more often.

Maho is scared of man. But she says, OK if man hear her fart and
defecate, but if he come close to her, she panic. No connection to
defecate. (But she is not scared of Mina’s brother.)

Our information is about us only, but we hope it is help to you. Enjoy
workplace loo! Janitor is over moon maybe and in love with you.

Love to everyone.

Chakamami

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Annie

Urgent fairly big poop after lunch

I got up this morning around 8:15, brushed my teeth etc and went upstairs
for breakfast which was already prepared and hot (my caregiver was up and
explained to me that this morning I didn’t need to microwave breakfast).
I appreciated that and said thank you and she went back to her room. Just
finished lunch not long ago (2 eggs, 2 pieces of toast, onions and
carrots, bacon). It was delicious and after lunch I grabbed a tea bag
(orange pekoe) from the cupboard, grabbed my water jar and Walmart bag
and went downstairs. Microwaved some water in the microwave, put the tea
bag in my Hello Kitty mug and a few minutes ago I got a major urge to
poop.

I grabbed my Walmart bag, went to the door, took my bedroom flip flops
off, opened the door, stepped outside my room, put the flip flops outside
my room on, turned off the light, closed the door, walked to the
washroom, turned on the light, closed the door, walked to the toilet,
pulled my black sweatpants and beige high cut underwear down and sat on
the toilet. Peed first for about 30 seconds then pushed out a soft ish
big poop (a log). Finally after a few seconds I was done and the beast
was out. I wiped my vagina then stood up to look in the toilet and wipe
my butt. Wow! It took up a lot of the toilet, coming out of the hole in
the toilet bowl and filling quite a bit of the toilet. I can see why my
stomach has felt so uncomfortable and it’s not 100% empty yet. Now I got
to work wiping my butt. I wiped until there were no marks on the toilet
paper. Tossed the toilet paper into the toilet when I was done, flushed
the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear up and washed my hands. Left
the washroom, turned off the light, walked to my room, dried my hands on
the towels in here, went outside my room, took those flip flops off, went
back into my room, put those flip flops on and that’s that. A hell of a
beast to poop out but it was much needed. After using the washroom I went
upstairs to refill my water jar and jug and now enjoying a tea downstairs
in my room. I hope everyone is staying safe, healthy, happy and are
having a good weekend so far.

Happy peeing and pooping!

Annie

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